#borderline smut

[natalievoncatte]

Spookycorp

Kara’s heart was racing as she stepped out of the elevator. She *knew* something was wrong when Lena sent her a single, clipped text message:

Come now. Need to talk.

The elevator opened directly into Lena’s penthouse, into her elegant, minimalist foyer. The room was dark, as was the rest of the penthouse, except for the light of a single candle. Lena sat on the expansive sofa in her living room, a box resting on her lap. Kara didn’t need to use her x-ray vision to know that it was lined with lead. Her heart sank.

“Come in,” said Lena.

Kara walked inside, waiting at a respectful distance. Lena was beautiful in candlelight, her hair so dark it dark it could drink midnight under the table, eyes sparing like chips of emerald and sapphire, chipped with gold. The light caressed her sharp jawline and made her expression severe and smoldering at the same time.

Kara had fantasies like this. Most of them involved more candlelight and more pale skin.

“I know what you are,” said Lena.

Kara’s heart skipped. She fumbled with her hands.

“You can drop the aw shucks, I’m a farm girl from Vaguely Canada routine, Supergirl.”

Kara’s heart dropped through her stomach.

“I can explain,” she began. “If you give me a chance. Lena, please, I’m your best friend.”

Lena’s eyes hardened. Very softly she said, “am I?”

“How did you find out?”

Lena reached over to her side table, swirled a glass of wine, and took a sip.

“Lex told me. After I killed him. For you.”

Kara swallowed, and took a step forward. “Oh my God. Lena, what happened? What did he do?”

“Stop,” said Lena. “No closer.”

Kara stopped, her chest tightening, tears starting to well in her eyes.

Lena looked down, then up.

“He was going to kill you, and I couldn’t let that happen, because I thought I was in love with you. Before I knew what you are.”

The words hit Kara harder than anything she’d felt before, punching through her heart like the Kryptonite stake that was probably resting in that box. No, it wasn’t possible. She’s been so careful, Kal has been so careful.

“Lex had proof, but I didn’t trust it. I had to find corroboration. That’s why I talked you into taking me to the Fortress, so I could download the records I needed and examine them.”

Kara swallowed. “I would have given you what you wanted if you’d asked.”

“No, you wouldn’t, because you cover your tracks. You tell everyone that your powers come from the sun, but you’re lying.”

Kara wrung her hands, looking out at the moon. It hung full, heavy and huge in the National City sky.

“Not exactly. We have our powers here because Sol affects us differently. It doesn’t…”

“It doesn’t destroy Kryptonian vampires like you and your cousin,” Lena finished. “It doesn’t weaken your powers in sunlight or burn your skin, so you have nothing to fear here but Kryptonite.”

Kara licked her lips, feeling her fangs aching in her gums as they often did when Lena Luthor was in the room.

“Have you ever fed on me? I know about the other powers, Kara. The ones you and your cousin haven’t told everyone one about. Like modifying memories.”

Kara started. “What? No. I don’t feed directly on humans. When I was younger, my human family took turns giving me a unit of whole blood a month. That’s all I need. We don’t need as much on Earth. I’ve never bitten anyone on Earth. Kal-El trained me not to when I arrived here. Lena, I promise, I’m not some kind of predator.”

Kara edged closer, and Lena put her hand on the box. Kara froze.

“Liar.”

“Lena, please.”

“Your cousin has been feeding on Lois Lane for years. Lex had proof. Very thorough proof. He’s not as slick as he thinks, your Clark.”

Kara looked down.

“It was her choice. It’s tradition for my people. When one of us falls in love, we…”

“What, start seeing your ‘lover’ as a glorified bag of cheeze-its?”

Kara shifted on her feet. “No, we turn them. Clark is going to turn her after they marry. She’ll be like us.”

Lena’s gaze bored into her.

“I had to know, and now I do.”

“Lena, I would never hurt you, or feed on you against your will. I never feed on anyone against their will.”

“You’re lying.”

“Lena.”

“Lex had proof of that, too,” said Lena. “You do feed. On criminals, on people you think won’t be missed, and on James.”

“James was willing,” said Kara. “The others… it hurts, Lena. Clark’s path is hard. Too hard. I’m not perfect. You can’t imagine what the thirst is like. It’s like a hot railroad spike in my gut. I need it.”

“I thought about this for a long time,” said Lena. “I had to look you in the eye and hear it from you. I didn’t know what to do. You feed on people’s blood, but the city… the world needs Supergirl. So what do I do?”

“You don’t have to do anything,” said Kara. “I can just go, or… I don’t want to go, Lena. I know you’re upset, I know you’re mad, but you asked me here for a reason. I know you want to give me a chance. What we have, our friendship, it’s bigger than this. It can survive this. I want it to.”

Lena sighed. “Kara, I killed my brother for you, in cold blood.”

Kara swallowed. “I know. I know you loved him. I’m so sorry. I wish I could have helped you somehow. Maybe if I’d told you my identity earlier, we could have saved him.”

Lena opened the box.

Kara jolted back, expecting sickly pustulant light to sear the flesh from her bones, but there was no Kryptonite in the box.

Instead there was a pair of silvery bracelets, resting on black velvet.

“I had to make sure you couldn’t see inside,” said Lena. “No peeking.”

Kara swallowed, hard. “Those are binding bracelets. Do you know what those are for?”

Lena nodded slowly.

“You can come closer now. Sit.”

Kara stepped around the coffee table and sat primly near Lena, at a respectful distance, hands folded in her lap.

Lena leaned back against the arm rest and pulled her inky black hair back from her neck, tilting her chin back. Offering.

Kara could smell her, the scent exploding in her nostrils. She could feel Lena’s pulse and her own began to throb in time with it, the aching in her gums exceeded by the pleasant ache between her legs.

“What are you doing?” Kara murmured.

“Offering.”

“Why?”

Lena reached out and caressed her bare foot along Kara’s calf. Kara couldn’t help it. Her fangs popped out against her will for the first time in ages.

“Does it feel good for Lois? When he feeds on her?”

“So I’m told. Our fangs secret a mild neurotoxin that has some pleasant effects.”

“How long have you been thinking about tasting me?”

Kara shuddered. “It’s not like that. You’re my best friend.”

Lena rolled her eyes. “You know, I used to think you were just oblivious, or very, very closeted. Now I get it.”

“Lena,” Kara said, more urgently.

Lena’s foot slid higher up Kara’s leg. “It must be hard holding back all that hunger. Surrounded by food you can never taste. Is that why you’re always stuffing yourself with potstickers? You’d rather be eating me?”

Kara swallowed, hard.

“Maybe. Yes.”

“I’m right here.”

“I won’t. Not unless you say it, Lena. Not unless you offer it. Explicitly.”

“Kara, do it. Take me.”

Kara lunged across the sofa, pulling Lena to her so she lay flat on the cushions, and drove her fangs into Lena’s throat as she ground her thigh between Lena’s legs. She knew what Lena planned and she didn’t care.

Lena yelped in pain from the puncture wounds, but her cry quickly melted into a pleasurable moan as she writhed beneath Kara, driving her nails into Kara’s back.

Kara drank slowly, gently, taking only a trickle and feeling Lena’s pulse in her throat. She’d wanted this for so long, she started to weep from the sheer release of it, tears streaming down her cheeks. Lena’s blood sang with magic, the taste of her more intense than the most exotic spices, more flavorful than the sweetest wine. It was better than sex, although now that she had Lena’s blood on her tongue, she was hoping that was on the menu, too.

She heard the click and felt the cold metal close around her wrist and sighed.

“So that’s your solution,” Kara whispered.

“Lex couldn’t make it work,” said Lena. “I always loved how much it pissed him off that his bastard sister has magic and he doesn’t.”

Lena closed the other bonding bracelet around her own wrist, and Kara instantly felt the weight of the connection, the power in it, and knew she was helpless. She didn’t care.

“Kneel,” said Lena.

Kara slid off of Lena and onto her knees, head bowed.

“There,” said Lena. “Now I know. I know the world gets to keep Supergirl and I know you’re not a threat.”

“I knew what you were going to do,” said Kara. “I let you. If this is what you need to trust me, I’m okay with it.”

Lena took Kara’s chin in her fingers and tilted her head up, leaning forward to meet her gaze.

“I could do whatever I want with you now. With a Kryptonian vampire under my control, I could rule the world.”

“You could,” Kara whispered. “You can make me do it whatever you please. You never needed magic for that. I would do it willingly.”

“I know,” said Lena, “but this is going to be a lot of fun.”

“I was a little worried you’d tell me never to see you again,” said Kara. “Or you’d demand I turn you.”

Lena laughed. “Darling, do you have any idea how much power I’d have to give up to become a vampire?”

Lena ran a hand down Kara’s arm, squeezing her bicep.

“Now, carry me to the bedroom and let’s see what you can do.”

Kara didn’t need to be ordered to do that.

[star-born-mars]

Brother's Best Friend (I Don't Care)

"God, as much as I love you, your brother will kill me if he finds me with my tongue down your throat," Stiles said, pulling away just enough to get that one sentence out before he was hauling you back in for a kiss.

You hummed, trailing kisses down his neck as you ran your hands up his stomach. "I don't care, he'd have to get through me."

"Shit, shit, baby, just... oh, who am I kidding?" Stiles muttered to himself, cupping your face in his hands so he could pull you in for another breath-taking kiss.

You grinned against his mouth, pulling his t-shirt over his head. "Nobody, now," you told him, pushing him back onto the bed so that you could climb into his lap.

"Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?" he asked, sliding his hands up the back of your shirt to fidget with your bra clasp. "Because, really, you are one of the most beautiful, ethereal, b--- mh!"

"Stiles, less talking, more kissing," you said, sliding one hand down his abdomen, towards the waistband of his jeans.

The sound he let out was nearly a whimper, and it had you grinning against his mouth, especially when he looked up at you like you'd already started.

"Hey, sis, can I--- what the fuck!"

Scott was standing in the doorway, cringing away from the scene with a hand over one of his eyes, and the other was squinted. He looked so fucking stupid.

"Heyyyyyy Scotty," Stiles drawled, cringing at the sound of his own voice.

"Stiles, get your hands out of my sister's shirt," Scott demanded. "Now!"

"Stiles, keep your hands right where they are. This is what he gets for barging in unannounced!"

"You have super hearing!" Scott argued, still half torn between looking and not.

"I was a little distracted, Scott. Like you've never gotten distracted with Allison," you said, rolling your eyes.

"Allison isn't my best friend's sister!" Scott snapped.

You rolled your eyes. "What did you need Scott?"

"Right now I need to bleach my brain and my eyes. I needed the notes for---"

"No, get them from Allison or Lydia. If you can't pay attention in class, that's not my fault. Now leave, before you see something else you don't want to see."

Scott looked like he wanted to argue, but a small shift from you had Stiles making another noise, and Scott slammed the door on his way out, practically screaming.

"He's going to murder me the next time we're alone," Stiles muttered.

"Don't worry about him for right now, I think we were in the middle of something," you murmured, nuzzling Stiles' jaw.

"You're right, what was I worried about?" he asked as you tugged your shirt off.

"Exactly."

[giransbunnywife]

Old Times Sake

Summary: She was just a pretty young waitress when they met, though the chemistry was palpable. She would not only become the only thing that Giran could think about, but she would also be the beginning of his undoing. Reminding him of just what he enjoyed most about his job.

Warning(s): self insert x canon, lemon spice, heavily suggestive, borderline smut

Disclaimer: This fic includes my self insert oc shipped with a canon character. There is also a slight mention of an oc as well.

There had been plenty of beautiful people in his lifetime that had roused his curiosity. Though, none of them were quite like her. This particular woman held an interest that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. She had come at a time where the old bastard had slowed down that part of his life, focusing mainly on his business, among other things. All it took was one flash of her beautiful smile, and the man was falling back into old habits.

When they had first met, she was only a waitress at a club that he had been taking a few clients to. The area hadn’t exactly been unfamiliar to him, but clubs weren’t too good for his type of business nowadays. Many years ago he might have found himself in this kind of scene, and it felt a little like old times. Even more so considering that particular night, he’d invited an old friend to join them as a part of a connection that he was hoping to make. He knew that neither of them would be able to resist such an opportunity, and he’s always looking for a way to make a little extra for the recommendation.

Their original waitress had barely even caught a glance while they ordered drink after drink, discussing business and having brief friendly conversation. Everything was very professional, as it always is with the two of them at this point in their lives. Giran and Jiro had been working long enough to know what works for them and what doesn’t, and they know exactly when to get down to business. Neither of them like to beat around the bush, though they always know when a client will need a bit more persuading than others.

This one in particular that they met with that night had a bit of a tendency to draw things out. They liked to have a bit of fun with their business, which meant that the two of them had to compensate with heavy drinking and indulging in conversation. Making the client feel like they were special, but not in a way that was too on the nose. Something that Jiro was the best at.

A fact that his friend knew very well, considering that he was the first person he asked to join him that evening.

Giran had lost track of time during that meeting, losing count on how many drinks they had ordered due to the client’s incessant talking. He knew that he was much of a talker himself, of course, but that hadn’t meant he couldn’t see it in someone else. He’d already entered the meeting knowing just how much time he’d have to spend chatting, but the individual was already starting to test his patience.

But lucky for the client, their waitress had begun a shift change halfway through the meeting. The new relief had just trotted by their booth, introducing herself and explaining the switch to her new customers. From the moment that she stepped into his field of vision, it felt even more like being back in the fucking saddle. That old feeling, coupled with the friendly business partnership, and a beautiful woman who he absolutely needed to have for himself. Things just felt like they were falling right back into place.

And he was feeling all too good about himself that night not to indulge.

He still remembered what she wore that first night, with a little revealing outfit similar to her coworkers to fit the vibe of the club atmosphere. A sparkling bralette that fit snugly against her frame, and tight jean shorts that hung high on her hips and squeezed her thighs. She was as beautiful as she was charming, giving a smile that could rival the sun. None the wiser to how that beauty of hers was affecting the man right in front of her.

Giran took a sip of the remainder of his whiskey, eyeing her up and down as she gave them their refills. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, something that his friend beside him noticed immediately. The bastard had completely stopped talking, ignoring the client’s grueling voice in favor of this new hottie right before his eyes. A woman that he would argue would be the most beautiful that he’s ever laid eyes on.

“I’m Violet,” She said with a flip of her purple hair that curled around her face, “I’ll be taking over for the night. If you guys need anything, just give me a shout.”

Placing her hand on her hip, she waited for a clear indication that they had heard her and didn’t need anything at the current moment. It had been a busy night for her, and she didn’t have much time to stand waiting for too long. But she always wanted to make sure that she took enough time for all of her customers.

Her eyes flicked across the three of them, only getting a small response from Jiro given that the other two were preoccupied.

“You’re good, Miss.“

“Thanks,” She said while tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Her eyes flicked over towards the man who had been staring at her rather intently, barely making it a point to even hide it from her.

Once their eyes met, Giran had absolutely no shame in letting her catch him in the act. In fact, the smirk that started to grow on his face only further proved that fact. He gave a small nod towards her, taking a small sip of the fresh whiskey she had brought. Even then he barely even glanced away from her, which only made her cheeks burn brighter.

She cleared her throat, mumbling a quick word before turning on her heels to continue her work.

As she walked away, he got a good view of her ass and the way that it looked in her tight shorts. He didn’t think that she could get more beautiful, and yet she was beating out all of his expectations. If he wasn’t already sold on her yet, this would have sealed the deal for him. This woman was someone that he had to know. In more ways than one, if the opportunity presents itself.

And it sure as hell did, one way or another.

That night during the meeting Violet came around to check on them a few more times, still passing glances with Giran and trying to ignore the burning in her face. They barely spoke a word and yet she couldn’t stop glancing over at him, knowing that he was always going to be looking right back at her. And every single time he’d be giving her that same smirk, looking through her very fucking soul.

Against her better judgment, she grew rather curious about the man and his intentions. They clearly had something growing from just a glance, even though he wasn’t the typical type that she would attract. That fact made the situation all the more tempting for her, and throughout the night she found herself focusing intensely on the way that he was looking at her.

It wasn’t until later on through the night, after the client had left and business was over, that Giran called her over for the check. He and Jiro decided to have one last drink each for old time sake. They suggested that she surprise them with something that she thought they might like, which ended up being the bartender’s choice. And once she brought them over, Giran was insisting that she stay for just a minute to chat with them.

“I’m sorry… I’ve got work to do and customers—“

She nervously played with the ends of her hair, not knowing just how cute she looked to him.

The more that she stood there, the more delicious that she was to him. With every passing second he could just imagine what he would do if he had a night with her. The things that he would show her and offer to her. Anything to keep that beautiful smile on her face. After all, there could be more in store for him after, if he were lucky enough.

Giran watched her heavily with his smirk growing, though it was turning into more of a grin by the minute.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweetheart. Gotta make your money any way you can.”

She practically snorted, keeping her personal comments to herself. It had been no question that this man was well off, given how many drinks he’d covered on his own tab, making sure that everyone knew money wasn’t an issue. A comment like that coming from him just felt a little… humorous.

Before she walked away for the night, he stopped her for one last question while pulling out a cigarette from his coat pocket. He let his eyes trail down her frame for another long moment, almost solidifying his choices and hoping to god that she agreed. He was going to think about that body of hers for a long time after she’s gone, otherwise.

“What time do ya get off, beautiful?” He asked.

Her cheeks burned, stuttering a bit in her reply.

“In another couple of hours…”

“Sure you’re gonna be hungry by then. I’d love to take ya out somewhere… if that’s something you’d be interested in.”

Violet swallowed, barely registering the man’s words and knowing that her face was about to burst. It was an adorable sight to behold by both men, but especially him. The bastard definitely didn’t need that confidence boost, but it was already too late. She let it slip that his words affected her, and that was the moment that she knew she was fucked. Not only that, but Giran knew that she was going to be fun as hell to play with. He just had a feeling.

The night had gone off to a great start, and it was only going to get better from there.

She had agreed to go out with him that night, though it was completely in a daze. Most of her decisions that night were far off from ones that she would normally make. Something came over her that night when he looked at her, and the rest had become history. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint it then, but something had stirred in her that she had never felt before. And she had chased the feeling then, and she continued to chase it from then on.

The two of them would continue on to have dinner together, where they would hit it off nicely. Giran would show off his wealth in more ways, buying her anything that her heart desires off the menu at the fanciest restaurant he could find at such short notice. The same place that had been his friend’s whom he had just been having drinks with. The old bastard had owed him one after some time now, and Jiro wasn’t about to argue with him on a night like tonight. Besides, he liked having a front row seat to his friend’s antics.

They shared drinks and conversation, with him using every excuse in the book to swoon her. Smooth words spilled past his lips one after the other, wanting to keep her blushing and giggling as much as possible. Once he had gotten her loosened up a bit, she was starting to become just the fun that he had expected her to be. Even a little bit more so, which was only brought out after she had some drinks.

He learned about how long she’d been waitressing, wanting to get herself through her online classes in the hopes of broadening her horizons career wise. The man had a way of making people feel comfortable around him, a trait that he learned through years of experience. Not to mention it was always a part of his personality, which had always been a bonus with making contacts. Especially for more of the pleasure kind.

Violet was eating it up that night, finding all these qualities in him quite attractive. From the jump she found him extremely attractive, though outside of the realm of her usual type. There was a spark that she couldn’t quite pinpoint, a feeling that doesn’t normally come around for her all the time. This kind of thing was outside of her wheelhouse, but she wasn’t exactly hating the feeling. She’d been in the presence of a man that knew exactly what he was doing, and that fact excited her more than she’d like to admit.

She opened up to him about things that she wouldn’t have expected to on the first night, though a part of it could have been the alcohol in her system. The two of them seemed to click, and they talked about everything that night.

The rest of the restaurant was already gone when they started to get closer, barely even noticing the lights that had dimmed and the cleaning crew that began to circle around them. Violet was hanging off of him with red stained cheeks and heavy bedroom eyes, barely able to keep her hands to herself. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy it more than he had intended, wanting to ravage her in that very spot.

One thing led to another, and the two of them were entangled in the back of a cab with her grinding in his lap. They barely made it in the door of the hotel room before tearing each other’s clothes off. And it would stay like that for hours, with her voice bouncing off the walls and disturbing the neighbors. Not that either one of them would care.

She was all that he wanted and more, leaving an imprint on him that night. There wouldn’t be a moment of peace for him anymore after knowing of her existence. That time together was all it took to leave him wanting—needing more. She would continue to plague his mind for days to come, until they could see each other again.

Giran would make damn sure that he would see her as many times as she would allow.

Which would lead to the two of them continuing on to see each other rather frequently, setting up a schedule for more nights just like that one. Sometimes he would show up to the club and wait for her shift to end, other times he would insist on meeting up at the hotel after a long day of business. But every day it always ends the same, with her back on the hotel mattress and his name rattling against the walls.

Violet had no idea that it would end up like this, but she would never complain. Not when the sex was as good as it was, and Giran had excited her as much as he did. The man had a way of making her feel like a Princess every time they were together, always making sure to take her out before they fucked. The lead up was always her favorite part, and she could always tell that he enjoyed it just as much. Getting to wine and dine her, building her up for the main event when he made her cum more times than she could ever count.

They had an arrangement that suited both of their needs, and she couldn’t see how it could get any better. Not only did she get amazing sex, but she could also experience things that she normally wouldn’t have on her own. Sometimes Giran would even send her home with gifts, though she still had a hard time accepting them when he did.

Their routine had become something that she looked forward to and almost missed while he was gone. Sometimes she wouldn’t hear from him for weeks until he came calling to set up a dinner with her, while other days he’d insist that she stay a weekend with him. It was never the same thing twice, which she understood after some time. They never got into the heavy details, but she knew that he was in some kind of shady business.

It didn’t take a genius to know that he was up to something after seeing the people that he works with, nor does Giran himself look like a normal guy. That’s what excited her most about him, after all. It turned her on not knowing exactly what she was getting into with him. Even though part of that scared her, that was part of the fun.

It’s been months since that first night, and they were still as consistent as ever. No one knew about their arrangement other than those that had been present since the beginning, and they both liked to keep it that way. They still had the same routine as always, meeting up at a specific hotel every time. Giran had become a regular at this point, which is why he always went to a place that he trusted. No one asked any question, knowing full well that he was good for the money and that it would be in their best interest to avoid poking further. They wouldn’t want to lose such business, after all.

The man had been a little busier with business lately, and hadn’t gotten a chance to see his favorite girl. He’s left her a few messages here and there to check on her, but as far as their usual fun, there hadn’t been much to tell. These kinds of days always end up with him calling her at random when he has an opening on his schedule, though the truth of the matter is always different than he lets on. At least, here lately, most of those openings are always his intention. There’s never happy accidents much anymore, because that’s how much she’s on his mind.

He hadn’t known a woman to affect him like this in quite some time, though the more that they spent time together, the more different that it seemed.

But he was getting a little ahead of himself.

This particular time, even though he was swamped with meetings and business arrangements, he still couldn’t take his mind off of her. Every little moment to himself was filled with memories of her in every position imaginable. All of the ways that he’s made her scream and whine with pleasure, shuddering until her whole body practically convulsed. He could see the image of her naked form underneath him or above him, rattling around in his brain for hours. She became the biggest distraction in the world to him, and she had absolutely no idea.

Occasionally he would ask her for a photo or video once she became comfortable, but it always ended up not being enough. He would always miss the touch of her skin and the smell of her perfume. He’d never imagine that a cute little waitress that he met by accident could drive him as crazy as she did. But now that he had her, he didn’t want to waste a second in making sure that he enjoyed her as much as he could.

Violet got a phone call from him during her shift, insisting that she come out with him again. She liked hearing his voice, speaking to her in a tone that made her thighs squeeze together. Just that small conversation with him alone was enough to make her breath jagged and heart rate quicken. She knew that she had missed him, but she had no idea that her body would react this way with just a phone call. So when he suggested that they go out to dinner that night, she was incredibly quick to agree.

She couldn’t see the grin that formed on the man’s face, enjoying the sound of her being rather eager to see him. That told him all that he needed to know about what type of mood that she was going to be in that night. He knew that she was going to be up for it considering how long it’s been since the last time, but he had no idea just how excited that she was. Though, hers could be completely matched with his own, even if it didn’t seem like that on the surface.

Once again they met up at the restaurant, something different than their usual routine to treat her, knowing exactly what she liked after all this time spent together. He brought her to a place with a menu that he knew had multiple of her favorites available, and he made sure that the wine he ordered was perfect. And if it wasn’t up to her standards, he would make damn sure that they accommodated her.

There would be nothing but the absolute best for his favorite girl.

Violet showed up to the restaurant in one of his favorite dresses, a short purple number that clung to her figure and left little to the imagination. She smelled like lilac and rose, a mixture that came from her perfume and lotion from after her shower. But it was perfect for him, and he found himself kissing along her neck the moment that she sat down beside him. He breathed in the scent of her and devoured her form with his eyes, unable to stop himself from undressing her with them. She was a vision before him now as she had ever been before.

Which was how the two of them ended up leaving the restaurant early, only getting halfway through their meal and drinks before Violet was getting fingered under the table. They were like fucking rabbits from the very beginning, unable to keep their hands off of each other. Not even a delicious dinner could have swayed their patience, though he promised to make it up to her later with room service and more if they had the time. Even if she weren’t complaining in the least bit.

Giran had almost considered just bringing her back to his place, and he would have if he didn’t already have the hotel reservation. This entire back and forth between them wasn’t originally going to last this long, and because of that he kept the hotel as their meeting place. But he was starting to feel the need to bring her back and keep her there for as long as she wanted. There hadn’t been a single person that he’s brought home in a long time, and she was about to be the first fucking exception.

Once again they were back in the same hotel room, underneath the sheets and entangled in one another. The night was like every other night, though the passion was much stronger than it had ever been before. Though it started out as a fling, there was something that was starting to feel different about all of these times. The connection was obvious whenever they were deep in conversation, but with every single heated night together, it began to show through even the sex that they had.

He took his time with her like always, listening to her screams and boring them into his brain for later. There wasn’t a single inch of her skin that he didn’t explore, leaving marks in his path and making sure that this moment was a constant reminder for her. He wanted her to leave here every time with the memory of him on her body. And he liked seeing them next time, if time would permit it.

She came again and again on his tongue. Hours passed spent between her thighs, with his head getting squeezed by them with every orgasm. His tongue played with her clit until it was aching and sore, and even then he never let up on her. She would no doubt wake up the next morning with a soreness that only he could have provided. Yet another thing that he would leave for her until the next time that he could beat his own record of her cries.

When he had his fill of tasting her, he would insist that she ride him, knowing that her body would be heavy from the prior treatment. He loved to lay back and watch her straddle him, pulling through the shaking of her legs and throbbing core to sit down on him. He’d watch her slowly take him inside of her, hissing from the way that he stretched her open and slid right inside of her extremely wet pussy. Though she’s still slightly sore from him eating her out, she doesn’t hesitate for a moment to slowly bounce on his cock.

She knew how much he liked to watch her, building up her momentum before she started shaking the headboard. Her hips moved in perfect motion, knowing exactly what he liked from her and how he liked for her to fuck him. The way that he wanted to watch her have fun riding his cock, taking out her pleasure and using him for all that he’s worth. Using him to cum again and again, just like he had with his tongue. Until the only thing that she could think about was the next time that she could find release, and the way that his name sounded from her lips.

And that was just the beginning of nights with the two of them. Reaching pleasure to the highest possible peak, knowing that this is absolutely the best that it fucking gets.

Violet was roused by the sunlight peeking from the curtains, pouring softly over the sheets that sprawled around her. The only thing covering her skin were those same sheets, draping over her form and hiding very little. She looked comfortable curled onto the mattress with her hair splayed around the pillow underneath her. Seconds passed while her eyes adjusted to the soft lighting of the room, gently rubbing her eyes while she shifted in the bed. The softness of the sheets and the mattress kept pulling her back down, lulling her back to an almost successful sleep once again.

But something kept pulling her back awake, no matter how many times she found a perfect spot. The small shifting nearby alerted her senses even more than they already were, causing her to shift more with a small perk of her ears. Her eyelids began to flutter open more, seeing the small bits of movement from her peripherals. Once they adjusted to the environment around her, she was finally able to look at the man nearby who was getting dressed.

Immediately her brain was reminded yet again of the night before, watching Giran sliding on his shirt and slowly buttoning it up. She remembered how those hands wrapped around her thighs and squeezed every inch of her body. Every twitch of his fingers and tense of his knuckles just made her mind flash in pieces of memories. The rush of emotion caused her to take a second, heavily watching him dress before she spoke up.

He still hadn’t noticed that she was awake yet, his back to her as he adjusted his sleeves.

“Baby?” She purred softly, voice slightly squeaking from the heavy sleep she was just in.

He watched her head perk up from the pillow, looking at him with tired eyes and bed head that cutely framed her face. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t enthralled by the way she looked right now, loving her beauty even whenever he was sober. All the clear mind had done for him was solidify how good of a choice he made going to that bar when he did.

Chuckling softly, he threw on his watch and continued getting ready with the nice view in front of him.

Violet continued to watch him with fluttering eyes, running her fingers through her hair. Her movements were slow and languid, barely functioning while sleep still hung over her. The sheet began to fall even more, partially exposing her breasts. Such an image would be burned in his brain for days to come.

“Sorry, did I wake ya, Sweetheart?” He asked with a subtle smirk, “I tried to be quiet for you.”

“Are you leaving?”

She was too tired to process the way that she asked the question, knowing that any other time she’d be kicking herself for seeming too clingy. They’ve only been physical in their relationship, and the last thing that she wanted was to make him think that she was expecting more. But she couldn’t help herself… She was growing rather attached.

Giran, however, thought it was quite adorable. The smirk on his face had only grown wider, grabbing his coat from a nearby chair and throwing it onto his shoulders. He gave a small nod towards her in response, speaking up once he had straightened out the creases on the material until he was satisfied.

“I have some things to get to in about an hour,” He said, “Couple of meetings and phone calls.”

She gave a nod, though she couldn’t hide the disappointment on her face fast enough. It wasn’t exactly her fault that her emotions were hard enough to regulate, let alone when she was tired. Hiding her feelings were even more difficult when she was fatigued, and he already knew her well enough to know every tick.

But yet again he found it endearing.

“I understand… Last night was fun, though,” She said in a cute tone.

His eyebrow lifted, catching the way that her cheeks flushed once he turned his full attention to her.

Walking back towards the bed, he reached out to run his fingers through her hair. The softness of his touch was welcomed, and she leaned into him just as his hand shifted to her face. His fingers brushed against her warm cheeks, before trailing down to thumb her chin. Brushing it against her lower lip, he made eye contact with her while noticing the way her eyes melted with his gaze.

“It was,” He agreed with a low tone, “Ya always know how to drive this old fuckin’ bastard crazy, don’t you, baby?”

She swallowed, unable to look away even though her face continued to burn from his words. Even her own caught in her throat, almost forgetting how to breathe for a short moment while he stared at her. The deep chuckle that fell past his lips only deepened that same feeling within her.

“Do you… do you need me to go?”

Her chest burned from his touch as he brushed his fingers against her skin. A small silence stirred between them, before he spoke up in a tone that was light and sweet. Something that he was using more and more for her these days.

“No, Beautiful. I’ve got the room booked for a couple days, but you’re not obligated to stay if ya don’t want to. But I’d love for you to be here when I get back.”

She pursed her lips tight, seeing the sincerity on his face. It caused her heart to skip a few beats, and though she still was unsure of her full feelings, she could feel the intensity of her attraction to him through her entire being. There wasn’t a thing that this man couldn’t do that would not make her weaker than she already was.

Violet loved to hear him admit to wanting to see her more, knowing that she felt the exact same way. But ever since the first time they met, she’s always been careful not to overstep. This was an arrangement that she was unfamiliar with, and therefore didn’t know how to act most of the time. Then again, for him this time was much different than any other.

“I wanna stay.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

She nodded, breathing in the scent of his freshly sprayed cologne. A smell that she had become all too familiar with, and one that she brought with her many times after their meetings. It would no doubt linger as a memory burned in her mind for the days that he’s gone, waiting for the chance to be able to swim in it once again. Something that once she got a hit of, there was absolutely no turning back.

Giran leaned in a bit more, playing with the ends of her hair closer to her bangs. He always loved feeling the softness of her curls between his fingers, making sure to be gentle enough not to disturb her style. Though, given at this current moment that she was still donning her bed head, he was sure that she wouldn’t care too much. But there was still a gentleness in the way that he rolled them between his fingers, letting the curls fall softly back onto her shoulder.

“Well, then, why don’t you stay and order some room service, huh?” He said with a slight grin that grew wider with every word he spoke, “And I’ll get us some dinner tonight on my way back. After, I’ll make it up to you for leaving by doing what I did last night.“

The small drop in his tone made her body tremble, and her eyes flickered down towards his mouth with her teeth nibbling at her bottom lip. She could feel the hitch in her breathing, right before she let out a small giggle. The sound was enough to drive him crazy, seeing the sparkle in her eyes and knowing that his words had excited her. If she weren’t careful, he’d have to be a little late to his meeting on account of her cute fucking ass.

“I can do that.”

“Yeah, I know you can…“

Another giggle slipped past her lips before he kissed them softly at first. Slowly, the kiss between them turned more passionate and feverish, with her hands grasping at the material of his shirt. She leaned up until she was sitting on her ankles, feeling his hands starting to slide down her back. Seconds passed while they continued to get lost in each other, neither of them wanting to pull away, and finding all the more reason to deepen the kiss. Small moans were muffed against his mouth, and she would no doubt be trying to rip his clothes off at any moment.

Giran’s self restraint was something that he was proud of, which made it easier for him to grasp her wrists and slowly pull them down. He gently pulled away from her, groaning softly with a rather pleased smirk on his face. If he had his way he’d stay here and take all of his calls from inside this very hotel room. He can’t remember the last time that he felt this compelled to stay with someone before, and yet here he was, itching to break all of his rules.

“I’ve gotta get goin’, Beautiful. When I get back you can hang on me as much as you damn well please.”

Even though Violet pouted a little, she pulled away from him and fell back onto the comfort of the mattress below her. She watched with her same intense blue eyes as he grabbed his keys and the rest of his things nearby.

With one last heated kiss to her lips, the man whispered softly and deeply only inches from them. Just enough to make sure that he left an impression on her, knowing that she was going to be sitting on them for the rest of the afternoon in wait for his return. He could practically see the pleading in her eyes, and he didn’t have to read her mind to know all of the things that she was thinking about.

“Make yourself comfortable, but not too comfortable. I want ya just like this when I get back,” He said with a grin, “I’ll call you when I’m done and we’ll decide dinner.”

“Sure thing, Baby~”

She made sure to speak her words with a slight seductive purr, laying across the bed with her hand under her chin.

The man breathed a heavy sigh as he reached for the door, giving her body another long and lingering glance. If he believed in that kind of thing, he’d be thanking the fucking gods for his self restraint at this very moment. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her delicious form, thinking about all of the things that he could be doing with her instead of leaving for the day. All the meetings that he’ll be sitting through, the phone calls he’ll be handling, when he could just be in bed with her screaming his name again.

He shook his head, clicking his tongue and throwing open the door before he could change his mind.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Baby. I’ll tell ya that much,” He said with a chuckle.

Violet laughed, blowing him a kiss with a flash of that same beautiful smile that he loved.

With another small glance in her direction on his way out the door, he made sure to burn the image of her in bed in his memory for later. He might have been stalling a bit too much, but he was never the man that let go easily. His stubbornness won out every single time, especially when it had to do with her. He might not admit it out loud, but he had a soft spot for her already.

As he was walking out the door, he made one last comment to her that had her head perking up a little bit from the spot she lay.

“You play your cards right, and I might just bring ya home next time.”

She saw his eyes for just one last second before the door closed, and she only barely saw the smile that he gave. With her heart thudding in her chest, she waited to hear the sound of his footsteps falling down the hall, before falling back down onto her back. There was a long pause, one that stretched out over several seconds until there was no doubt that he was already in the elevator, on his way down.

Slowly, a smile stretched onto her face, until her cheeks practically hurt. She finally let the giggles slip from her lips, no longer concerned with how loud she sounded or how bright her cheeks burned. The emotions crept onto her until it practically consumed her. Not a single thing could ruin her good mood, and she wasn’t in the headspace to think too clearly about her actions. All that she could do was lie there with her heart fluttering in her chest and an excited smile on her face.

This arrangement was turning out to be something way more than she had ever bargained for, and she sure as hell was not complaining.

And little did she now… she wasn’t the only one.

[grimesgirll]

you want to know what his deal is.

why the only facial expression he can manage is a scowl, why he seems so pent up.

rick grimes is a mystery to you.

some spooky backstory is written all over his face but there’s never been a clue of it otherwise - and you can only tell because you spend so much time watching him.

you never imagined yourself becoming obsessed with a man twice your age but here you are. you want to know what his face looks like when he cums. the older man is rotting your brain from the inside out.

it’s not until he stumbles upon you boxing alone in the empty gym that you realize it was on his mind too.

he doesn’t say anything upon entering and his footsteps are light but his reflection in the mirror gives him away. he’s watching from the stairwell as you go through your close combat training. it’s a rigorous routine recommended to you by one of your superiors that you feel deep in your core.

you pack power into every punch; trying to land blows strategically and not just wherever your own pent up sexual frustration sends them.

rick can’t help it when the once familiar straining in his pants starts up. he wordlessly runs a hand through his dark hair. despite the uneasy tension between the two of you, rick wants to get to know you better. not too well but well enough to know how you look after you get all of that energy out of your system.

he's lost in a daydream in the sleek underground training facility. the sound of footsteps exiting to the right breaks him out of his thoughts - thoughts of bending you over the weight lifting bench.

you traipse into the women’s locker room off the forest green paneled hallway.

he shouldn’t be thinking about following you.

you’re way too young for him.

before former private grimes can fully talk himself out of it, the image of you during one of your trainings materializes in his mind. he was supervising the new cadets - you, formerly - and you were stretching with the rest of your counterparts. you’d been in a standing straddle when you two locked eyes with each other.

the delicate balance of maintaining eye contact while not outright staring at your ass only took a few seconds to blur. rick was quickly turning his head and keeping his eyes averted.

ever since then, you’d caught hurried glimpses of each other. sometimes it felt like the older man’s eyes lingered on you though, like he was boring into you on another level.

you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t on your mind.

being freshly twenty a decade into the apocalypse didn’t make for the best dating scene. yeah, dating someone who could easily be your father was wild, but you didn’t have many other viable options. rick pushed all the right buttons for you no one else could.

as the water cascades down your back under the showerhead, your hand drifts below your abdomen to cup your sensitive bundle of nerves. you push past the semi-thick layer of hair covering your folds until your pointer finger is dipping inside of you.

despite it being your own fingers penetrating you, you still moan out loud, thankful that the showers are so empty and remote enough that you can enjoy having them all to yourself. you exhale and speed up your ministration. you add a finger for the added challenge. a third is sliding towards your entrance when you hear the shuffle of feet.

you cock your head. there's no reason for anyone else to be in here. there weren't many other female officers and all of the ones you knew trained here on much different schedules.

it's probably just the loud banging fan you and one of the female helicopter pilots had bitched together about. you ignore it and go back to your shower, sticking your head back enough that the shower is massaging your scalp, meanwhile your fingers massage your clit and your spongy insides.

god, you wish rick was here. his fingers were pretty large. coming in his embrace had to feel so fulfilling.

your taboo thoughts are interrupted by a loud banging. removing your fingers is an inconvenient affair, as you can't ignore that so you slowly creep towards the shower entrance, slipping past the curtain to see the subject of your shower fantasies standing before you.

the sage green towel you'd brought with is laying soaked on teh tiled floor while rick turns and smiles sheepishly at you. "this isn't what it looks like."

"i'm sure it's not."

rick averts his eyes and rotates to face the lockers. "i'm sorry. i can get you another towel."

you suddenly remember that you're on your feet naked. a rose blush colors your face. your cheeks grow even redder when you notice the massive bulge in his pants.

"is this turning you on?"

"what?"

"is seeing me naked turning you on?" you elaborate. please turn around, you hope.

"i'm not looking at you," he chides your name. "that's why i asked if you wanted a towel."

"if you didn't want to fuck me you would've left already."

regardless of facing the other way, rick's entire body tenses. a select few of his muscles twinge.

"you walked in on me-,"

"-that was an accident."

"yeah, yeah, rick," you chuckle.

the older man is raising an eyebrow when he turns around to face you. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to see you like-like this but don't forget that i'm your commanding officer."

“i’ll forgive you if you fuck me.”

a gasp exits your mouth when you observe him grasp his crotch at your words.

"your place or mine?"

it's not long before you've found semi-appropriate apparel to ditch the gym in as you follow rick back to his townhouse on base.

the soldier is pushing you through the door. it doesn't seem like he cares when you stumble across the threshold. he just slaps your ass, gesturing to the stairs.

your feet carry you robotically up the tiny staircase until you're walking into a bedroom. you don't spend long on your feet though because rick is shoving you onto the bed roughly. you want to be taken aback at the treatment; however you can't say that you're surprised that rick is such a rough lover.

“you want me to take it off?”

rick is referring to the black hand edging nearer to your spandex clothed pussy.

you shake your head. “i don’t mind,” you assure him, shutting your hips closer to a black, prosthetic finger.

"easy enough," he remarks and leans down to capture your velvety lips in a bruising battle of tongues that you lose immediately.

he goes to pull down your shorts but you stop him. you sit up on your knees and lay your hands over the strict outline in his pants.

"fuck," he rasps.

"want me to suck you off?"

"only if you get on your knees now."

he doesn't have to tell you twice. you undo his pants in olympic record time, lapping at the head of his already engorged cock. you don't tease him; his shaft is hitting the back of your throat before you know it and he has to breathe deeply to prevent himself from thrusting the rest of him down your throat.

rick had seen the way your eyes had widened at the sight of his erection back in the showers. you probably didn't anticipate this kind of behavior from a man his age. he wants to be gentle for you but that would just make it personal.

you're a junior officer who he should not be fraternizing like this with but he can't resist the hot, suction your tight little mouth is providing. not when you take him so well.

"good job, sweetheart," he praises. "a little lower," he plants his hands in your hair and manually forces your lips farther down his girthy length. "that's it, honey."

it isn't long before his dick is covered in spit and with every thrust, you're fighting off a gag. you do your best to swallow around his cock, reveling in the moans erupting from him as his hands dug further into your soft, gossamer hair.

“take a break, sweetheart,” rick pulls you off of his cock.

“you about ready?” he inquires, lazily pumping a prosthetic finger into you and his other hand around his cock.

you nod eagerly. he doesn't say anything - just works another unforgiving, bionic finger into you. "rick!" you whimper.

the southerner sends you an icy blue glare. "what was that?"

you gulp. "i'm sorry, sir."

rick smirks at you. "are you?"

"mhmm."

"how will you make it up to me?"

your hips writhe against his soft mattress beneath you. "sir, i want to make it up to you with my tight pussy, sir!"

his smirk grows. "ready whenever you are."

"i'm ready now, sir. i'm ready for your big cock."

you thought you'd be following along but you completely lose the plot when rick replaces his cyborg fingers with his fleshy cock and you're screaming.

"shh, hush!" rick slaps a hand over your mouth.

you scream muffled around his hand as he inserts each punishing inch into you. the stretch is intense and searing and you think you're going to pass out but after ninety seconds of feeling like rick would tear you part - you convulse around him.

"damn, already?"

you want to be embarrassed but you're hard pressed to care as your senior officer continues his brutal assault on your inexperienced pussy.

is he in my cervix? you ponder.

you crane your head backwards to spectate as the older soldier tunnels in and out of you. he has to be rearranging your kidneys and he has to be loving it from how dilated his pupils are. your tall, dark, and handsome superior is lost in your unrelenting cunt, head tipping back when he paints your plush insides white for the first time.

returning to earth momentarily, he discovers your eyes so intently laser focused on his. he scowls.

you grimace when he briefly slides out of you, but any complaints are momentarily paused when you get a mouth full of pillow.

this feels wrong. like he shouldn’t be fucking the young woman whose twentieth birthday his small battalion celebrated just the other week. it’s arduous to convince himself that this all wrong though - how can he when you’re clenching around him and mewling his name?

“rick!”

“you plannin’ on wakin’ up the rest of base?”

you shake your head, struggling to contain your moans - how can you when the older man is fucking the daylights out of you?

“be a good girl and shut up.” rick commands, reaching around to prod a finger at your lips and into your mouth. without asking, you go ahead and suck on his firm digits. the groans you elicit have you murmuring around his finger. “much better,” he commends you, rewarding you with a playful slap on your ass.

the sting reverberates through your pussy. the corresponding cry that comes from you only causes the man mercilessly filling you up to snort, landing another spank. he chuckles when you pulse around him.

“again already?”

has anyone ever told you you’re too big? you want to ask, but without the energy you just nod and hum.

the soldier’s speed only becomes more frantic. you can tell he’s finally close again from the way he’s digging his fingernails into your hips and burying himself deep inside of your already coated cunt.

yeah, he has to be my touching my cervix. you decide. probably ripped it open.

you feel ripped open by rick. it doesn't matter though, he doesn't slow even as your sopping cunt is leaking with your slick and his first load. his second release reaches even deeper inside of you, being plugged by rick's thick length as he collapses on top of you.

rick rolls over slightly, graying chestnut curls falling in his face as he gathers you closer to him. still inside of you, he's hard like bedrock. a hand reaches up to squeeze at your chest.

you whine when his mouth washes over your rosy bud and he grazes his teeth as well. "rick, too much." you pout at him, lips swollen.

“you think I’m done?”

[mascxdaddy]

need to fuck a desperate slut until i forget all of my problems

[murdrdocs]

how much of a perv is step brother!ethan though 🫣

like sure he's a panty stealer but is there anything else he would do?

his actions escalate. the more oblivious you seem (keyword), the more bold and confident he gets. he goes from taking your panties, and following you around like a lost puppy to suddenly wanting to help you with your outfits so he can suggest little dresses and skirts that he can get a peek under. he’s being a “good brother” by buying you tiny items of clothing, the smallest things you’ve ever known to exist and you’re trying to tell him that there is a low chance that you can pull that shit off. but he’s not having it, manipulating you, praying on your emotions to make you wear it. hes looking in your windows, thankful that you seem to not understand that there are people out there, bad people, who could be in his exact position.

[rougepancake]

Ship in a bottle

Ft. Merman!Yoshikage Kira x F!Reader

Please you guys I love this idea so much you have no idea. I will defend merman Yoshikage with my life 😩. I was also terrified to post this but YOLO AHAHA SELF INDULGENCE 😔

Warnings: slight gore, mentions of killing, interspecies relationship (???), MONSTER FUCKING RAHHH (implied rahhhh), Kira’s hand fetish (also rahhhh), mating??. He’s a beautiful merman leave him be 😭

Summary: You and your fellow researcher Jotaro Kujo are out on the hunt for merfolk, legendary and beautiful creatures that have been believed to be nothing more than a legend. But they are in fact real. And they are twice as beautiful as the stories say.

It was gloomy, as to be expected whilst out on the open ocean. The wind whipped around you, howling softly as you observed the waves rocking against your cabin cruiser. Your fellow researcher, Jotaro Kujo, was standing beside you, his eyes transfixed on the radar screen in his hands.

So far there had been no sign of any large fish, which bummed you out to no avail. You had all day out here, which meant there was definitely bound to be something. Even if you didn’t catch a glimpse of what you were looking for, you might get to see a humpback whale or something.

That would make up for it… right?

Wrong. Even if the sight of the whales was beautiful on its own, you were out here looking for something specific. Something so specific that it made searching for it nearly impossible.

Especially since most people didn’t believe in mermaids.

“Hey do you see that?” Jotaro’s voice pulled you from your trance, forcing you to look over at the radar monitor. “I wonder if it’s a school or something.”

“No way.” You rushed over to him, doing your best to contain your excitement. “Do you want to get the diving gear?”

“No thanks.” He shrugged, shaking his head as he put away the monitor. “Just look at this weather. Plus there’s a chance that it’s not even them.” He sighed and looked at you, challenging your will. “Are you really willing to risk it? What if it is them and they’re hostile? What would you do then? Die?”

“I suppose I would.” You crossed your arms. “It’s in the name of science, so I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant that some of our questions would be answered.”

Jotaro opened his mouth to argue with you further, but stopped himself when he caught a glimpse of a uniquely patterned purple fishtail.

“Holy shit.” He rushed over to the side and you followed him.

“Don’t just stand there! Get the camera!” You grabbed his arm and shook him, only to be pushed to the side with a huff from him. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

A lavender colored tail, winding across the surface of the ocean. It looked to have some markings on it, but you were unable to tell what they formed due to how far away it was.

“Place your bets Kujo.” You breathed out, still in awe at the sight of the tail. “Maid or man?” You held out your hand and Jotaro immediately slapped 2,836 yen (equivalent to $20 usd) on it.

“Maid. Just look how elegant that tail is.” He paused, lowering the camera and staring out at the ocean in awe. “It’s too beautiful to belong to a man.” You scoffed and pulled out the same amount of yen, turning around and placing it underneath a nearby cup.

“I think it’s a man.” You sighed and leaned against the railing, watching as it faded out of sight slowly. “I mean did you see those markings? And the sheer size of it too. In the legends it’s said that mermaids are more delicate, as if to seduce the sailors. So it just makes more sense for it to be a man.”

“This isn’t some fantasy novel, L/n. They’re real, and we’ve officially spotted one. Forget everything you’ve ever read about them. We are now rewriting that, got it?” He scoffed and walked past you into the cruiser. You could hear your cat meow as the door opened, a signal that he was scared of the weather. Poor thing.

“Fine. It’s getting late anyways.” You sighed and followed after Jotaro. “I’ll take you back to shore since I know you’re not too fond of boats.”

“Gee you’re too kind.” He said sarcastically and lay down on the couch, his arms resting behind his head as he propped up his feet. Your cat, Killer Queen, eyed him warily before hopping up onto his chest. “It’s that I don’t like them, it’s just that I don’t come out on the water often.” Reluctantly, he pet KQ. “I’m based on the shore, you know that.”

“Yeah yeah.” You rolled your eyes and set things to head back to the shore. It was only about fifty miles back, which was roughly a two and a half hour ride. You looked over your shoulder once you finished programming the location into the gps system. “Be gentle with KQ.” You warned. “He’s a bit of a biter.”

“Yeah.” Jotaro scoffed in response and used his hat to cover his face as he drifted off to sleep.

You went back to the deck and continued to watch the surface, hoping to catch another glimpse of the tail from earlier. Not even that. You just wanted to see at least one of the creatures you had been looking so long for.

Then you saw it.

The same tail from before, which was surprisingly close to your boat. It was surprising, since most sea creatures were scared by the churning water, but this one seemed to not care.

You watched it closely, pulled into a trance by the way it swirled around as it swam. It was beautiful.

And of course, this one was a killer.

Blood tainted the water’s surface, and the tail wriggled back into the water, disappearing from your sight entirely.

“Shit! Come back!!” You swore and leaned over the side, and right as you did the boat rocked and you fell over and into the water. You let out a scream, internally fearful of the beautiful beast that had just vanished from sight.

The harsh waves forced your head under, and you struggled against the current. Occasionally you’d resurface, and each time your boat was farther away.

You struggled and kicked violently, doing your best to fight against the strength of the current. But you were just pushed back under again.

However, this time you were met the face of a merman, who was staring at you rather intently.

He was even more beautiful than his tail, his blueish purple eyes staring deep into yours as you held onto him for dear life. His hands rested on your waist, his tail swirling around you as you began to feel lightheaded.

It was like he was able to sense that you were in need of air, and he took you up to the surface, holding you tightly so you wouldn’t be washed away by the current.

With a frantic gasp for air, you looked around for your boat, which appeared to be miles away now, just barely a spec in the distance. You felt your heart sink as you turned back to the creature that was holding you.

His eyes were focused on your hands, observing them as if they were the best thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

“Thank you!” You shouted, your voice being whisked away by the harsh winds. It was about to storm, and that scared you even more. You patted his shoulder so he would look at you, and once you made eye contact, you pointed at the boat in the distance. “I need your help getting to the boat!” You made sure to speak slowly and clearly, but he just stared at you with wide eyes.

Shit. Did he not understand you??

“Boat…” He repeated you, his voice deep and raspy. Your eyes lit up and you began to nod enthusiastically.

“Yes! Yes! Boat! I need to get back to my boat!” Thunder roared in the distance and you shivered, wincing at the sound. “Can you help me?”

His eyes had trailed down to your hands once again, his own hands meeting yours. You wriggled your fingers and he snapped back to reality, his expression unreadable.

“Please…” Your voice was weak, and you felt yourself getting lightheaded once again.

Then- everything faded to black. The last thing you remembered was the salty cold water washing over you as you clung to your inhuman savior.

“L/n what the hell?” Jotaro grumbled as he picked you off of the deck, stumbling slightly as the boat rocked harshly. The shore was in sight now, and you were only about fifteen minutes away from the base, which meant that Jotaro would be getting off and you’d be heading right back out to sea. “Don’t tell me you tried to swim in these conditions.”

“Oh fuck off.” You rolled your eyes and pushed past him, shakily walking into the cabin of the boat. “I fell in. And you owe me 2,876 yen.” You grabbed a towel and began to dry yourself off, turning your back to him to give yourself some privacy.

“What? Why-“ He stopped. “You saw the merperson from earlier??” His tone changed entirely, seemingly more excited now. “Wow. I can’t believe-“ Jotaro shook his head and sighed. “Never mind that. Your dumbass fell into the water during a storm. How did you even get back to the boat??”

“Pay up.” You looked over your shoulder with a smirk, sticking out your hand expectantly. “I fell in while observing him, and he saved me. Simple as that.”

“No. It’s not that simple.” He argued, handing you the money with a sigh. “Merfolk tend to make promises, something similar to a contract.” He paused and sat down on the couch, petting KQ gently as he spoke. “That merman you ran into will expect something from you in return, especially since he saved your life.”

“Aren’t you the one who told me to forget everything I’ve ever read about merfolk?” You turned around, giving him a glare. The boat rocked, a sign that you were now back at the base. “Whatever. We’re at the dock, so get off and log our information.” You waved him away.

“I’m serious L/n. You’d better be careful.” He began to pack up his things. “Just don’t die. You’re the only field operator that I can tolerate.” He grumbled and headed off the boat.

You sighed and began to strip yourself of your wet clothes, tossing them into the hamper as you made your way to your room. Once you pulled out a dry change of clothes and got changed, you programmed the location you were at earlier back into the navigational system and waited.

KQ seemed restless, but you couldn’t blame him. The wind was howling outside, forcing your boat to rock against the violent waves as you sailed back to where you had seen that merman.

You had some music playing in the background to ease your mind, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about what Jotaro had warned you about.

Merfolk wanting something in return? It was odd but you weren’t overly surprised. You just wanted to know if it was true.

Just then, something hit the side of the boat, resulting in a hiss from KQ. You hopped up from your seat and ran out to the deck, searching for what had just hit your boat, and sure enough, you were met with the face of your mer-savior.

“Well hello.” You let out a slight sigh of relief and walked over to where he was laying, his tail draped over the side and floating atop the water. Now you were allowed a better look at him, and oh boy was he a looker.

You debated on helping him onto the deck, but he seemed content sitting there, staring at your hands as if they were his next meal.

“Can you understand me?” You leaned down to his eye level, bracing yourself just in case the boat were to rock again. If he couldn’t understand you right now, then that’d be fine since you were bilingual.

However if he spoke his own language then you’d be fucked in terms of trying to understand his species.

Thankfully, he nodded, his gaze returning to your hands.

“Great! Oh uh…” You trailed off and put your hands in your pockets, hoping he would then be able to focus on your words. But as soon as you did so, he glared at you. “S-Sorry! I just want to as you a couple of things! That’s all..!” You stammered and brought your hands to your sides.

And like clockwork, his eyes returned to them.

You watched as he slowly reached out and took one of your hands in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing the top of his softly. Then, he moved to kiss your fingertips, closing his eyes with a sigh as he allowed his tongue to graze your skin.

“H-Hey.” You tried to pull your hand away but he stopped you, crawling up further onto the deck and looking you in your eyes.

“Quiet.” He spoke, seemingly annoyed by your response to his actions. You huffed and shut your mouth, watching in slight fear as he ran his tongue along your fingers.

His eyes met yours once again as he sucked on your fingers, letting out a pleased hun as he removed them from his mouth. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but struggled to find the right word to do so.

“Is this about you helping me earlier..?” You asked slowly, inching away from him slightly. He gave you a ‘how did you know’ type of look and nodded slowly, pulling himself closer to you. “U-Uh… so you like my hands..?”

He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining at the mention of your hands.

“What’s your name?” You paused and searched his eyes. “Do you have a name?”

He nodded again and made some form of clicking noise, as if trying to communicate with you in his own language. He then realized you couldn’t understand him and stopped halfway.

“Yoshikage.” He sounded unsure of his human pronunciation, but felt relieved when you nodded in understanding.

“Well Yoshikage, my name is Y/n-“ You brought your hand to your chest to emphasize your name belonged to your face- something similar to what a mother would do to a learning child.

But he stopped paying attention at the movement of your hand. And to your surprise, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him without a second thought. He brought your hand to his face and forced you to caress his cheek, relishing in the warmth of your touch.

“You see Yoshikage, I have some questions about your kind.” You began to go along with him, your thumb gently rubbing against his cold skin. “Would you be willing to answer them for me?”

He ignored you.

“Yoshikage?” You stopped moving your thumb and he gave you an annoyed huff. “Fine, fine.” You continued to pet him, your hand moving up to his damp hair, your fingers running through it in a calming manner. Yoshikage let out a pleased sigh and leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut.

You opened your mouth to speak again, but you were interrupted by him pushing you to the floor of the deck. And naturally, it was wet, which meant your fresh change of clothes was too.

“Quiet.” He repeated the same word from earlier and began to strip you of your clothes.

“H-Hey wait if this is about you saving my life and all then maybe we can talk about this-“ You put your hands on his chest and pushed him back, but he resumed his position and stared into your eyes.

“Quiet.” He repeated, and this time it sounded like he was trying to… comfort you..? Either way it was odd, but you couldn’t help but shiver as his cold hand met your bare stomach, slowly trailing up to your breasts.

“Well I’ll admit you are quite handsome.” You sighed and relaxed slightly. “But I have to ask- do merfolk go out before they get busy or do they just get right to business?” You teased and brought your hand up to his cheek, watching his face flush with a smirk.

“Quiet…” his voice was softer, but still stern, as if his resolve was slowly slipping away. It was as if he didn’t know what to do as far as your body. He really only seemed to want your hands, but hey, if he was willing to take more then you’d let him.

It’s in the name of science, of course, so you don’t mind it one bit.

[zozo-01]

"i'm thinkin' how she rides it, if she sits on it. (make it hard for me to stand up.)"

Hello, hello!!! Our lovely @dominimoonbeam wanted a lil moment between university freshman David and Darlin' when Darlin' pierces him and I said, absolutely ma'am give me a couple of months! So here we are, definitely on the more spicy side but I do try my best!!! And I couldn't resist the J. Cole lyric. And thank you to the amazing @cashandprizes for reassuring me that this is as hot as I think it is!!!

CW: University AU, David is a Business Major, Darlin' is a Poli Sci Major, They are both stupid and in love, No Angel and Sam AU, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Things get heated because piercings, A little bit of accidental grinding of the laps, Praise, ass grabbing, Just a jolly old good time, see domini i can do nice things to darlin, Minors Please Don't Interact, Mayhaps a part two where there will be actual fucking may come soon

click here for the ao3 link!!!

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There they were, sitting in the comfortable silence that they have both perfected. There’s no need to speak whenever they’re with him because a glance is all they both need. Eyes spill secrets that lips refuse to speak of, but at the risk of not getting sentimental, David called it their way of telling each other that they should ditch class together. If you had told a sophomore David that his favourite moments were when he was skipping classes that he paid thousands for to spend time with the pack’s resident bad wolf, he’d be convinced you got the wrong man, but here they were. 

Darlin’ had messaged him that they weren’t feeling well and wanted to stay home, and David being the good and whipped Beta he was, stayed back to help them. After their inevitable yet futile attempts to send him back to class, they’d relented and pulled out their textbooks. “If you’re going to skip class, then at least let’s be productive.” They sat down, motioning to David to join them on this impromptu study date- nope, nuh uh, he dares not be hopeful and call this a date.

So they sat in the silence that felt familiar and kept glancing at each other to make sure the other was doing ok. 

Right now, though, he was doing a whole lot more than glancing. More like gawking at the wolf in front of him. How could he not? They had a tank top on due to the heat, leaving scarred skin and muscle out on display for him. There was a reason everyone fell for Darlin’ at first sight and it wasn’t their dazzling smile or sweet glances. (They’d only show that part of them to the people they trust, and David likes to delude himself into thinking there are some looks that are reserved for him alone.)

David gave up on balancing his accounts and analyzing supply and demand graphs in favour of staring at their pretty face while they look over some policies for an essay. Their eyes rapidly firing between their computer and notebook, scrambling to write down the notes they needed for an essay. It was nice to see them relaxed like this Writing always brought a sense of peace to them. Watching them be able to translate the beautiful and complex ideas in their brain into words that only they could conceive.

Even after all these years, there still wasn’t a detail that went unnoticed by him.

“You got a new piercing?” His eyes stared at the silver piece on their nose. They’d talk about getting a nose piercing for a while now, and now that they’ve gotten it, it fits their face really well.

“Hm?” They ran a hand over their face in an attempt to wipe the tiredness away. “Oh yeah, got that one a couple of weeks ago.” Their eyes went back to their readings, but they continued speaking. “Hurt like a fuckin’ bitch. The lady had to give me shit ton of napkins to stop the blood and the tears.”

He scooted closer to them to take a closer look, fully giving up on his own assignments. “And do your parents know about this one?” He jested, but genuinely curious about their reaction.

They chuckled that infuriatingly soft laugh. “My mom took me to get it done, thank you very much. I’d have to be a real certified fool to think I can hide this from her.” Massaging their temples as a way to motivate them back into writing, they powered on with their essay. Always having more willpower than he could ever dream of.

He smirked, leaning in to whisper in their ear. Just blowing air on their ear was enough to make their breath hitch and body stiffen up. “Does she know about the belly button piercing? Or the tattoo on your thigh?” Both of which he’s had the pleasure of seeing on the nights he and the rest of the pack have gone out partying. Darlin’ would always be late, but the care they took in their outfit and appearance was always worth it. Not that they didn’t look beautiful all the damn time.

Finally putting their notebook down and turning off their laptop, Darlin’ turned towards him with a cocky grin. If they had moved any closer, their lips would have brushed against his. He wondered how soft their lips would be and how their scar would feel. Before he could delve deeper into his own desires, Darlin’ put a finger on his lip.

“You ain’t gonna tell my mama, are ya Davey?” A sultry voice with the rough accent he loved entered his ears, filling up his senses until it was all he could perceive. This was so unfair. It’s not his fault that he has a boring accent. And it was absolutely not his fault Darlin’s accent made his pants tight and heart pound. Very little in this world can make David Shaw blush, but hearing his fellow wolf laying on their accent thick was one of the few events that made his knees weak.

A silent nod was all the wolf needed to lean back and smile like nothing ever happened.

(Darlin’ will always deny two things for the rest of their life. One, their city accent is attractive in any way shape or form. Two, that David Shaw made their heart beat erratically when he smirks and leans in to whisper in their ear.)

Darlin’ got up to stretch their arms and legs, and David made sure to note the way their muscles moved under their skin and the little groans they let out. Oh, he’ll definitely remember those noises later. “I’m gonna grab some water, want some?”

David gave a nod and stood up, also wanting to stretch his limbs after sitting down for too long. And not because he wants to show off his muscles to them. No way.

The two wolves walked towards the kitchen, where David sat on the barstools and Darlin’ went over to the fridge to take out two bottles of water. Whether or not Darlin’ purposely bent over, showing off their ass in those sweatpants was a discussion for another day. Preferably when he is alone and with a hand down his pants. (He would love it for it to be theirs.)

Sipping on his water to try to cool himself down, a thought crosses his mind. He randomly thinks about something Milo and Asher had told him, and he wonders if Darlin’ shared the same sentiment.

“So um, weird question…” His voice trailed off when Darlin’ turned back around and focused their attention on him. Shit, shit. The question was embarrassing enough, but he didn’t truly understand how awkward it was to ask them directly. Or maybe thought he was weird. Or even worse creepy.

He didn’t notice that Darlin’ walked around the kitchen counter, standing in front of him with furrowed brows and head tilted. “Are you ok, David? You seem a lil’ flushed.” They placed their hand on his forehead to make sure his temperature was alright.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. It’s just- I wanted to-” He stuttered and stumbled his way to find the right words to ask his deeply odd question, all the while Darlin’ didn’t interrupt him. They just nodded, urging him to take his time to find the proper way to ask. “Milo and Ash mentioned something… About tongue piercings and how good they felt… And uh…” Oh God, please end his suffering so he doesn’t have to live on.

Apparently God decided to further his suffering by making Darlin’ laugh at him. He can’t be too mad since their laugh is so heavenly, but seriously? Come on! He wants them to laugh with him, not at him. He crossed his arms huffed, looking to the side to hide his pouting face.

(Oh my God, Darlin’ would never say it to his face yet, but he looks so much like a puppy when he does that. He needs to stop right now before their heart explodes into a bunch of little wolf bits. And that’s a mess no one wants to clean up. Grim.)

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” They covered their mouth to muffle their laughter. Now hold on, they shouldn’t do that. If they’re doing it to save his dignity, then there’s no point! His dignity is gone so the least they can keep laughing so it’d been worth it.

Clearing their throat and wiping tears from their eyes, they stood up straight to ask the million dollar question on the tip of his tongue.

 “David Shaw, are you askin’ me if it feels good to get head from a person with a tongue piercin’?”

When they say it like that, he can see why it was silly that he couldn’t formulate a simple question. But have you considered that this is the wolf he’s been mildly attracted to (in other words, madly in love with) standing in front of him. Considering the attention and interest that they garner from the people around them, it makes it all the more important for him to be on his best behaviour. If he wants to be considered a potential mate, he cannot project any weakness in front of them. And that includes asking questions about sex and sexuality. How can he properly fuck them if he doesn’t know what they like?

He grunts and nods his head. “Yes, that is what I was asking about. Can you give me an answer?” Nice, holding his ground after an embarrassment like that is a good step towards recovery.

Darlin’ raised their eyebrow. “It feels real fuckin’ good.” They smirked, leaning slightly into David’s space. “The cold from the metal just makes me beggin’ for more.” The sultry voice from earlier returns and David fears for his pants durability. They placed a hand on his thigh to push themselves higher to look him in the eye. “Do you want one?”

(It was cool and this is ok. Their banter together, Darlin’s flirting and their touchy habits is just who they are. From the outset, Darlin’ seemed like a person who didn’t want to be touched and for the most part they would be right. They were only like this with the few people they found attractive and their close friends. He had seen them pull the same moves and use the same lines from before. There was nothing special about the things they were doing or saying to him. Maybe they found amusement in the flustered state they reduced him too, but that can be said about anyone else.)

(To Darlin’, this was all a game. But it’s a game he’s willing to play to keep them close to him.)

David scoffed, getting up from the chair and went to grab more water. Was it always this hot at this time in the year? “No, it was just a question,” he replied rapidly, chugging down the water to cool himself off again.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see Darlin’ leaning their upper body against the counter, hand holding their face and with a shit-eating grin.

“Aww, what a shame. You’d look hot as shit with one.”

He knows that they’re egging him on. All of this was only to get himself riled up and say something stupid. Or look stupid. It’s the same stuff that got him in so much trouble in high school and he refuses to let it continue now. He’s in university. He’s an adult. So there’s no way some childish instigation would make him say-

“Ok, where can I get one?”

…David Shaw, you dumb bitch.

Darlin’ rolled their eyes. “Ha, ha, I was only kiddin’. There’s no way you’re not lyin’.” When all they were met was silence, their eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re actually serious. Are you ok? Did you hit your head on the way here?” 

“Yes, I am serious and no, I didn’t hit my head.” He crossed his arms defensively. “If you say it’ll be a good look for me, then let’s do it. Where do we have to go?” David was seldom known for his spontaneous attitude, but they always had a way of bringing that impulsive side of him out.

Looking around the room, Darlin’ put their hands behind their back and stretched their arms. “Well I can do it.” They cut David and his concerns and his complaints off with a wave of their hand. “And before you worry, yes I know what I’m doin’, I’ve done it before and you’re in good hands.” They walked to the fridge and pulled out a tequila bottle. David dare not ask where they got it from.

“Here,” they offered the bottle to the baby Alpha. “Take a sip, then go to the bathroom. I got spare toothbrushes under the sink, use one to clean your tongue then meet me out here.” Once David took the bottle, Darlin’ turned to their room to grab something.

Shaking himself out of a daze, he asked, “Wait, what’s the bottle for?” It doesn’t seem like alcohol and piercings should go hand in hand like this.

Darlin’ gave an easy smile and reassured him, “It’s to make sure you don’t feel too much pain. Trust me, it helps.” With a nod, they walked back into the room, leaving David alone in the kitchen.

There were a handful of people David trusted in his life, and there were even fewer that he would trust with something like this. He stared at the bottle, knowing if he drank it, he would be fully committing to this wacky plan. But if he could trust anyone who would hold his life in their hands, gently and with care, it would be Darlin’. So he popped the bottle open and took a sip of the tequila. 

He wiped his mouth and walked to the bathroom. It would take a bit before the alcohol takes its course, so he had some time to brush. He opened the bathroom door, looking at himself in the vanity mirror. This was so stupid and so was he when it comes to them. He bent over to the cabinet under the sink, a slight nausea overcoming him. He took the toothbrush out and went along with brushing his teeth and tongue.

Once he spent a good 5 minutes brushing (he cannot have Darlin’ think he has bad breath), he took the mouthwash from the vanity cabinet and swirled it in his mouth. Just a precaution and it never hurts to be safe than sorry. He remembers the pain Asher went through with his infected piercings and he refuses to go through the same.

He could feel the booze hitting his brain, needing to shake his head to keep himself awake. It really is such a miracle that he was such a lightweight at his size. He stumbled back to the living room, looking at the assignments he chose to abandon for a more worthwhile experience. Plopping himself on the couch, he waited for Darlin’ to come back, while letting his head get heavy. Hopefully, Darlin’ will come out before he passes out.

Luckily, Darlin’ entered the living room with latex gloves on their hands and a bunch of needles in their arms. In his drunken stupor, he had to hold back a moan when he saw them. They look so fucking good in those tight sweatpants and that tanktop, and the alcohol made him want to… express his appreciation. 

They set their tools on a towel beside David, setting it up for a smooth procedure. “Ok, everythin’ on my end is ready, you done brush your tongue?” He nodded his heavy head and smiled at Darlin’ appreciative ‘yay’. “Good shit. Now, can I sit on your lap?”

Absolutely. Yes. 100%, you will not hear any complaints from him. He may not know why they needed to, but he will gladly let it happen. He thought he hid the confusion in his eyes well, but leave it to Darlin’ to pick at every little expression. “I need a good look at your tongue and sittin’ on your lap makes it easier for me to not fuck up.” That’s a good enough reason for him, so he nodded. Darlin’ thanked him, and gently sat in his lap.

(Darlin’ had done this a billion times before, but sitting in the other person’s lap was something they never needed to do.)

The weight of their body on his lap was heavenly, providing pressure and touch at the right areas. If he was a weaker man, he would have grabbed their hips and started to move them against his crotch. He wonders about how they would act if he grinds up against them. Would they let out breathy moans or shallow groans? Would they be loud or quiet? Would they fight against his hold or let him do whatever he pleased? So many different trains of thought, all of them involving him inside of them, wherever that might be.

He’s begrudgingly heard from other people about how good they are in bed. He wonders if he can put some of those rumours to the test.

“Ok, couple of things before I start,” they said in a stern voice. David widened his fatigued eyes at their tone. “One, you gotta stay still for me. I know it’s gonna hurt, but I don’t wanna mess up the needle placement. And second,” they grabbed his hands and put them on their thighs. “Squeeze them if you’re in pain.” David wonders if he’s in heaven, being able to hold them this close and gripping their thighs. He could feel the tensing and relaxing of their muscles, and he wonders if they’re just as nervous as he is.

With a nod and a quiet whisper, they say, “Good, now open that mouth for me and stick your tongue out.” Not even a second into this and Darlin’s voice is already making him lose his mind. He does what they say, letting them see every little corner of his mouth and tongue. They grabbed his chin and pulled him closer, their eyes examining his tongue. 

The nausea from the alcohol mixed with the anxiety of the anticipation and the butterflies Darlin’ gave him made his stomach twist and convulse in the sickets way. He knew he couldn’t move, lest they mess up at his expense, so he does what comes natural to him. David absentmindedly traced the muscles and scars he could feel from over their sweatpants. Trailing his hands from their hips all the way down to their knees and back up. He started off with fleeting touches, ready to back off if they asked him to. But with no objection from the wolf in his lap, he let his touches become firmer. Soft grazes turned into borderline lustful strokes. He could feel the bruises form under his fingertips. He wonders if he can leave bite marks later.

There was a morbid curiosity in him that wonders what would happen if he thumbed their inner thigh. Would they like it? Would they let him trail his hand higher? Questions he desperately needed answers to, but not right now.

His pondering was cut off by Darlin’ shifting to grab some tool, causing them to grind into his lap. The pleasure shot up to his brain and woke David up immediately. This was it. He was a goner. Is he also supposed to keep any sounds in? That’s just cruel and vile. 

They help up a tweezer-like to David’s eyes. “This here is a forceps clamp. I’m gonna use it to minimize as much of the bleedin’, ok?” A nod from him prompted Darlin’ to clamp his tongue. It was a weird sensation, but the alcohol made it barely noticeable. 

Happy with the placement after checking for the major veins under his tongue, they held his shoulders. “Ok, this is your last chance to back out. Once the needle goes in, I can’t take it out. You still wanna do this?” This should be the time David really reconsiders his decision. Like, does he really want this piercing? Is it even worth it?

“Aww, what a shame. You’d look hot as shit with one.”

He couldn't reply properly on account of the clamp on his tongue, but he let out a string of sounds that sounded like, “Alright, let’s do it.” He clenched his eyes and grasped their thighs with a vice grip. He may have not seen a person get pierced before, but he can imagine how fucking painful a needle through the tongue could be. Sure the tequila would help, but like, needle through the tongue. Ouch.

Sensing the stress from David, Darlin’ placed a hand on his face, thumbing his jaw. “Hey, you’re gonna be alright. I won't lie, it’ll hurt like a bitch, but you’re in good hands, I promise.” They said with such a soft voice, so full of conviction, he thinks that the process would be painless. They moved their hands to his chest, “Just breathe in and out.” Maybe, if he focuses on the fluttery feeling they’re giving him everything will be ok.

When his breathing evened out, Darlin’ gently held his chin with one hand and held the needle with the other. “Dig your nails into me if it gets too much, but don’t move.” With that, they gently began the piercing process and David stopped himself from jerking backwards.

The pain was awful. He had tears in his eyes and body was stiff. The best way he could describe the feeling was as if he could feel every part of the believed pain that comes from morphing from his human form to a wolf. Luckily the tequila helped a little with the pain.

In a delirious state of pain and inebriation, his hands slid up their thighs and to their ass. He needed something with more resistance, fearing that if he kept gripping their thighs, he’d soon draw blood. And also, he’s not going to give up a chance to grab their ass. His fingers dug into his backside, feeling the soft muscles clenching underneath. Darlin’s body stopped for a good micro-second, and they let out a soft moan that David will absolutely be saving for later.

Darlin’ stopped for a moment, hearing the pained whimpers David let out. “Shhh, you’re doing so well,” they whispered. “There’s only a lil’ bit left, you’re almost there.” Their raspy voice mixed with their praise for him had his pants get even tighter. At this point he’s absolutely sure Darlin’ can feel his dick through his jeans, if the quiet moan was any indicator. He’s glad they’re being affected the same way he is.

A few seconds later, he felt the needle exit his tongue, with the piercing replacing it. The worst of the pain was over, hallelujah. They attached the ball at the other end of the piercing. They took their gloves off and kept holding his chin, admiring their handiwork. “You did amazing, David.” Once Darlin’ was satisfied, they got up, heading back to the kitchen.

Oh no, oh no no no no. He has a full on boner and nothing to hide with. He frantically looked around the living room, eyeing the small blanket. David placed the blanket on his lap, letting out a sigh of relief. Now if only Darlin’ could relieve him in other ways.

Darlin came back into the room with some mouthwash, a cup and ice. “Rinse your mouth with this and spit in the cup. It’ll hurt, but you gotta do it,” they said as they handed the cup and mouthwash to him. He did as they said, rinsing his mouth and spitting out blood and mouthwash into the cup. Gross.

“Open your mouth again for me?” There was no hesitation in his action, letting Darlin’ have complete control of him. “You’re such a good boy, Davey. Listenin’ to me so well.” They chuckled at David’s deadpan expression. They took the ice and placed it on the piercing. David groaned at the feeling, the cold ice soothing his swollen tongue. “Oh my David, what a sound.” Kill him now. 

They shook their head and their voice got serious. “Some aftercare shit. Wash your mouth with salt water and mouthwash twice a day. No solid food for a couple of days, don’t worry I have soup with me. No smokin’ or alcohol for 2 weeks.” They got closer, leaning over his body, whispering in his ear. “And no oral sex for 4 to 6 weeks, but I’ll be here so you can put that piercing to use.” They leaned back like nothing happened, going back to their ignored assignment.

David can’t wait to wring out every little sound Darlin’ let out. Maybe it will lead to something more.

(Darlin’ spent that night with a hand down their pants, thinking about how David’s new piercing would feel inside them. Maybe they can convince him to get a Jacob’s Ladder next.)

[amaureas-blog]

Jedediah Shine x female reader smut

Summary: You’ve just given in the inspector's invitation to accompany him home to.. do things.. 

Genre: (Reader) Smut, PWP

Warnings: Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, non-negotiated choking, dirty talk

Word Count: 2,899

A/N: Just Porn. No introduction or anything we dive right into the smut. No beta. Plus, I wrote this one my phone because my notebook broke.

I shouldn't have given in so quickly to the inspector's invitation to accompany him home. But here I was now, sitting on his lap, his large hands rubbing warmth back into me, after walking here through the cold rainy breeze that was London's weather.

He had already peeled me off one layer of my clothing. Now only dressed in my under skirts and corset, I ran my hands over his chest, unbuttoning his waistcoat, while his hungry mouth was on mine, kissing me greedy.

I peeled him out of his waistcoat, before pushing off his suspenders. My fingers nervously started to fiddle with his trousers, feeling him hard as a brick underneath the fabric.

He broke the kiss, a snorted chuckle escaped his lips. “Someone's being a little impatient.”, he said, but I could tell by his smirk that he actually liked it. His large, calloused hands went under my skirt, grabbing my thighs and working their way up, before I felt two of his fingers rubbing over my cunt. “Is that little cunny so desperate for my cock?” I answer him with a moan and a quick nod.

He stroked over my hot and wet core a few times, before impaling me on two of his long fingers. I arched my back, throwing my head back, moaning again. “C’mon, girlie. Say it.”, he demanded, but I felt myself unable to form any words.

I tried to push myself more onto his fingers, to make him understand how much I needed him, but the inspector withdrew himself from me, leaving me whimpering and mourning the loss of his fingers inside me.

His hand came up to grab my chin, forcefully, to make me look at him. “I don't like repeating myself.”, he said impatiently.

I moved on his lap, desperate for some friction to ease the itching between my legs. “Please..” I feel him between my legs, hard and huge. “Please, fuck me, inspector Shine.” A hungrily glint sparkled in his eyes and his jaw worked with pleasure.

He pushed me off of him and got up with me, his hands caressing my arms, before pulling me against him, his lips kissing me roughly. My hands slid through his hair, before they rested in his neck.

The kiss didn't last long before his hands ripped open my corset, ruining it to my horror. “Who’s being impatient now, inspector?”, I teased, grinning up at him. “I hope you consider replacing it.”

“Depends on whether you will be a good girl, or not.”, he cooed, cupping my left breast and pinched my nipple between his index finger and thumb.

I hissed slightly and bit my bottom lip. “What will you have me do to prove to you I'm a good girl?”, I breathed seductively to him. His lips curled into a smirk.

“You can start by getting down on your knees, girl.” He really didn't have to tell me twice. Submissively I sank to my knees in front of him and heard him drawing a sharp breath.

I caught his gaze briefly before my eyes focused on his breeches. I could tell it was time to rid the inspector of them. I could see his incredible length apparent under the fabric. Excitedly I gasped for air before my fingers opened his fly and I found myself licking my lips.

As his cock sprung free into my hand, I was actually whimpering with excitement and felt my cunt clenching around nothing at the mere sight of it. Hell, yes. I was desperate for this cock.

“You just gonna stare at it, or are you actually going to suck me off?”, I heard him say with a dark chuckle. I was sure he took enormous pride in his remarkable manhood.

I looked up at him as I closed my hand around his shaft to gave him a few gentle strokes, before I leaned forward and closed my lips around his tip. I work my head and hand together for a while, as I work my way to fit his entire length into my mouth. His musky smell filled my nose, as I inpale my throat on his cock, my nose brushing his pubic hair and I get a low groan from him.

“That's it, girlie.”, his voice reached me, low and praising, sending a shiver down my spine. Both his hands grabbed my head now, keeping me right where he wanted me, before he started to thrust into my mouth until I gagged on him.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes and tried to breathe through my nose as best I could, while he was bruising my throat with a brutal pace. After a short time my hands came up to his waist to push him away from me so that I could gasp for air.

He growled, somewhat in disapproval, but let me catch my breath. He then grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I was looking up to him. I gasped a little in pain. “You better learn to hold your breath while I fuck your throat.” I felt like I disappointed him, so I nodded quickly. The look he gave me told me he wanted my word on that.

“I’ll be better next time.”, my voice sounded quieter than intended, but the inspector nodded satisfied.

“Good. Now get up.” I felt like a puppet, he said something and I hopped to it. For a moment I was afraid that this might bore him in the long run.

Even though Jedediah Shine seemed like a man who didn't tolerate getting denied anything, I still believed that a little challenge here and there, a little back talk even, would certainly arouse him. Perhaps I’d try to challenge him in the future. For now I got up and rid myself of the underskirt I was still wearing.

Now totally naked and exposed for Shine’s hungry eyes, I felt my heart beating in my throat as his eyes roamed greedily over my curves. Then he peeled himself off his own shirt and trousers. I watched him impatiently and surreptitiously bit my lower lip as more and more of his body was revealed. He was so well built and my fingertips itched to explore every inch of his body.

“You look like you’re hungry for dinner.”, he said, stepping closer, before he wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me flat against him.

A whimpering moan escaped my lips, feeling his muscles against my curves and his hard cock against my belly. “Sure am hungry.”, I admitted whispering. My gaze darted back and forth between his eyes and his lips.

“Then, scoot, to bed.”, he said, placing a slight slap on my behind, before we headed to his bed, where he lay flat on his back and pulled onto his lap.

I was a bit surprised to find myself seated on top of him, since I had the feeling that Jedediah Shine was a man who loved to be in control of things. Not that I thought I had any control as he roughly grabbed me by the hips and pulled me deeper into his lap, pressing his hips against me so that I could feel him hard and throbbing against my cunt.

I bit my lip at the attempt not to moan, even if I was extremely aroused. “No need to hold back, luv.”, his deep voice whispered to me. “It's not like anyone would hear you here anyway.” To me it almost sounded like a threat and perhaps it was meant to frighten me, but honestly it just made me feel more aroused.

I rolled my hips against his and let out a lovely moan for him, my hands resting on his chest, his hands tugging on my hips.

“Come here, girlie. Sit on my face.”

I do as he commented, my cunt weeping with excitement of what was about to come. His deep voice once again sent a shiver down my spine. I move on top of him, my knees left and right of his head.

“Yes, get your pretty ass up here.”, he growled almost impatiently, bringing his large hands up to cup both my buttocks. His fingers grabbed my flesh rough, almost brutally.

Pulling me closer to his hungry mouth like that, I gasped when I first felt his hot breath caressing my inner thigh, followed by his lips on my hot and aching core.

I felt how I immediately melted against him. My head went dizzy and my legs started shaking. Closing my eyes, head leaning back, my hands rested on his forearms for support. His tongue licked down to my entrance, warm and wet and wonderful. His beard scratched tenderly between my legs.

My breathing got heavier. My breasts rose and fell and a moan escaped my lips at the wonderful work the inspector did between my legs. I started moving my hips, but Shine responded with a disapproving growl and a smack to my ass, that had me jumping slightly.

I understood that I wasn't allowed the pleasure of riding his face, not yet. So I tried to keep my hips still even as he thrusted that devilish tongue inside me. I moaned with a shiver. He hummed darkly, his hand kneading my ass as if he wanted to tear me apart. The pain along with the pleasure was indescribable.

Then another smack to my ass made me cry out, leaving my skin sore and bruised by his rough hands. “Please..”, I begged him and his lips moved to suck on my clit, his tongue circling the small bead. “Oh, yes..”

He started eating out my cunt with vigor, sending shiver after shiver through my body. Shivering hard under the bulding pleasure that spread from my arousal through my whole body I started to move my hips, having his tongue and lips right there where I needed them the most. And this time he allowed it with an approving low growl which vibrated against my clit.

I feel another gush of arousal dripping down my cunt. His pacing was perfect. I felt my chest tighten almost painfully as the pleasure was building up inside me.

It came too soon; a bodyshaking orgasm, that have me moaning, screaming even. I press my cunt firmly onto his face, his tongue overstimulating me to the point that my brain went blank for a few seconds. It was pure bliss.

I was panting heavy when my climax wore off slowly. If my ears weren't ringing so much, I might have heard the inspector gasping for air himself. When his hands released me, I slipped off him and sank onto the bed next to him.

While I was still catching my breath I felt him moving next to me. Exhausted, I blinked slightly and saw him wiping away my wetness out of his beard. And just like that he was on top of me. My body almost limp from the heavy orgasm I just had.

With expert hands he spread my legs, positioned himself between them, taking hold of the base of his cock, before he forced himself all the way inside me.

Whimpering I took him, still too exhausted from what he just did to me. I wished he had given me a bit more time to recover from the first climax. My cunt was still too sensitive and tightened around him, when he started thrusting.

My hands came up against his firm chest, and as if he needed to prove his strength, I felt him flex his muscles in a boastful manner. There was not a single soft spot about this man.

His manicing eyes were fixed on my face and my breast, that bounced with each of his mighty thrust. My hands moved into his neck for an attempt to pull him down for a kiss, which was denied. For a moment I thought I saw a small, teasing smirk on his face. A pleading whimper escaped my lips, which only seemed to amuse him even more.

“What do you want?”, he teased me like it wasn't obvious and started thrusting harder and faster inside me, which made it difficult for me to form any words, since I was moaning under pleasure.

With my eyes closed and my head leaned back into the pillow I couldn't quite tell if it was pain or pleasure that drove me insane. He pounded inside me so heavy that my inner walls were clenching around him.

Suddenly I felt his large hand around my neck. His long fingers began to choke me, bruising my skin. An almost animalistic groan escaped his throat as he increased his pace again and I thought he was going to tear me apart like a hungry animal.

At first I was aroused by his hand that was wrapped around my neck. But the arousal soon gave way to fear when I couldn't breathe anymore.

Both my hands came up to his lower arm to try to take the pressure off my throat. When I realized that this didn't help, panic spread through me. He squeezed the breath right out of me. My eyes widened and I felt tears welling up in my eyes, running down the sides of my temples.

Then I hit his chest and upper arm with the palm of my hand to make him understand that I couldn't breathe anymore. When he finally loosened his iron fist around my neck, I gasped for air that was burning in my lungs. He stopped completely and watched me catch my breath.

I blinked up at him. His predatory eyes were trained on me. His hair was slightly disheveled and a few drops of sweat beaded from his forehead.

“You fucking..”, I reached out to give him a hard slap across the face, but he caught my wrist with almost perfected ease.

He pushed both of my wrists over my head, which I acknowledged with a whimper. His whole body pressing down on mine now, his face a few inches away from mine. I braced myself to get punished for attempting to slap him, but instead his lips were brushing against mine. I wanted to deny him the kiss, I wanted to be mad at him, but instead my lips were opening to him like a flower to the sun.

His tongue slipped inside my mouth, kissing me deeply, almost as if he wished to devour me. I could still taste myself upon his lips. Suddenly all the pain was worth the outcome of this perfect kiss.

His hips rolled against mine and I shivered, whimpering inside the kiss. By now my cunt felt so sensitive and sore that I didn't know how much more I could take. The kiss lasted another moment, before he broke it.

He started moving again, thrusting slowly.

“No.. I can't..”, I wasn’t sure if I could take any more.

“Oh, yes, you can.”, he said imperiously with a long and hard thrust. “I’m not finished with you yet, girlie. And you don't want to disappoint me, do you?” His words were like a dark promise that this was only a mere foretaste and that he could get much crueler when he was to be denied what he longed for.

I wondered if this man's hunger could ever be satisfied.

“You ain't gonna tell me that this little cunny already had enough of my thick dirty cock.” His vulgar mouth made me shiver once again. I wanted to give him all of me. I wanted to completely commit myself to this devilish man.

I loved the slow rhythm with which he now moved inside me. I pressed my hip against him, moved with him. “Good girl.”, he groaned next to my ear and thrusted hard into me again. I scream in pleasure.

Wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin for support. It drew a hiss from him and I’m almost a bit proud since he had bruised my throat so brutally before. But in exchange his pace became faster and more relentless.

“Fuck..”, I moaned. My lips formed his name as he pushed me over the edge again, moans turned into screams, as he continued to fuck me in a brutal pace, chasing his own release.

He was grunting, his hands bruising my wrists, as he still held them above my head. Then an animalistic groan rose in his throat, as he finally reached his climax and spouted his load into me.

After a few more lazy thrusts he collapsed on me. As I felt his weight on me and his hot breath on my neck, I ran my hand through his sweat-drenched hair, breathing heavily under him. His hands let go of my wrists and I felt his fingers gently tagging up in my hair, before he looked me in the face.

As he placed a soft kiss on my lips, I was a bit surprised, even shocked, how gentle his treatments now were unlike just a few moments before, when he was fucking me like a goddamn force of nature.

I was just about to melt into the kiss, when he withdrew. “I’m still not finished with you, girlie. So don't even think about walking away from me.”

Did he not know that I'm already completely devoted to him?

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Riddle who would be very very much into the concept of purity and would be very strict about his partner to remain that way until they were wed. But also Riddle when the time comes, being so nervous about actually taking it and possibly hurting you that it brings him to whiny tears.

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Sick at the Heart

Fic contains: Extremely Dubious consent, strange dynamics (he's your step-"brother" but not really - it'll make sense), and NSFW content.

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This is my first ever multi-chap fic so let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy xoxo

-Ichigo

"You don’t even know what you’re going to do, where you’re going to go, all you can think is run, run, get away, get away-"

When your mum had remarried, you hadn't minded - God knows she deserves to be happy - and honestly it hadn't impacted your life at all.

You didn't even mind how brash and vicious your step-"brother" is - he could actually be quite funny.

But then, you decide to give your mum some space.

You decide a place of your own might be what you want. Somewhere you can enjoy some time alone and grow.

Shame that that's not what Levi wants.

Suddenly, your already fragile dynamic with him shifts and neither of you are likely to recover.

You hadn’t minded when your mum had remarried. You honestly hadn’t. She deserved happiness. And if the man made her happy then by god you would suffer whatever this scenario threw at you. It wasn’t like you were a little kid anymore. You’d had a full-time job for nearly three years now, you were coming into your own, and your mum had clearly felt like she could do something for herself without it disrupting your life.

The changes hadn’t been totally impossible to deal with. Suddenly having a man around the house was easier to adjust to than you had expected. Kenny had been shockingly easy to manoeuvre around when you weren’t in the mood to entertain anyone. 

His son on the other hand… Technically his nephew, but there wasn’t much point getting bogged down in semantics was there? His son, Levi, hadn’t been a huge part of the backdrop of your home due to the fact that he had his own house. His own job. His own life. His uncle getting married bore little consequence on his life in general, but he still made an effort to come over to visit on Saturdays if he could, and always, without fail, appeared for Sunday dinner. 

He was quiet but vulgar when he spoke, scathing in a way that reminded you of your aunt, with a biting tongue and wit that had you oscillating between smirking and holding back tears when you weren’t in the mood for his humour. 

Still, you didn’t hate him. He was actually good company at times. Quite funny once you got to know him. 

Yet, he could be a real cunt when he wanted to be.

Case in point, you had felt that with your mum now being a married woman once more that she would want some space of her own. You’d thought that the conversation with your mum about moving out would be difficult but efficient. And it had been. She had of course told you that you could stay forever if you wanted, she wasn’t looking rid of you, but had understood when you had said you wanted some space of your own. 

All had been going well. Hunky dory if you dared to be optimistic. Of course, at that moment Levi had to make his unwanted opinion known. 

“Are you really sure you want to move out?” He asks, taking a sip from the cup of tea that you’d placed in front of him before you had started this conversation in that odd way that you hadn’t had the nerve to comment on before. You’d hoped he would’ve gotten the message that this was a mother-daughter talk and to leave. But he had sat on. 

“Yeah, I’m just thinking a small flat, nothing too crazy, just a wee place of my own.” You say, happy to at least be able to describe what you were thinking without sounding like an idiot, like you hadn’t researched, like you didn’t know what you were talking about. 

Levi’s brows furrow minutely, and he hums non-committedly 

“Don’t you think it’s a bit of a risk? Young woman living on her own?” Anyone else in the family and you would’ve thought they were just being concerned and overprotective, but Levi always managed to make his concern into an inconvenience just for the fun of it all. 

“Not at all,” you say, smiling at him, ignoring the hard look in his steely eyes, “it’s in a safe enough area, not too far either. Besides, it’s not the 19th Century. A woman can live on her own if she wants to.” The last words hold a bite to them that shocks even you, that shocks even your mum, because she took a sip from her own cup of tea, watching quietly. 

Levi stares you out. You stare back. 

“It’s not a matter of want, it’s a matter of practicality. You’re a young woman with a predictable work schedule, living on your own isn’t the smartest idea in the world. It would be idiotic to put your safety at risk for the sake of your pride.”

“My pride?” You say incredulously. 

“Levi’s right pet, maybe you’d be best looking for flat mates. What about your wee mates from uni? Or ones from work that travel?” Your mum interjects, always placating and defusing like the goddess she is, “Or Levi, you’ve a spare room? You could live with Levi for a while if you wanted some time away.” Your mum looks at Levi expectantly and his face remains unchanged, but he does nod. 

“Of course.”

“Ha!” You laugh, and both of them turn to look at you, Levi boring holes through you, “You were so concerned about a young woman living alone and now look at you! What will the neighbours think when they see a young man and young woman living together when they aren’t married? Or maybe,” You stop, and smirk at him, “I should leave it at a young woman and some man. The young might be pushing it.” 

Your mum chokes on a laugh, and Levi at least smirks at her when she lays a hand on his arm and tells him you’re only joking. Only when she turns away, to speak to your stepfather when he walks in, do you see the look that has fallen over Levi’s face.

Something dark and sharp and you don’t want to look too long, for fear of what you might see. 

You rise from your seat, retreating to your room, but not before telling him, 

“It was nice of you to offer, Levi, but really, I’ll be grand, you worry too much!” 

You feel his eyes burn into your back the whole way up the stairs. 

~

After the ordeal as you’re now referring to it as, you hadn’t given any more thought to Levi at all. Even at dinner, you had ignored his barbs and stony face at every moment, keeping to yourself. 

That night, you slid into bed, comfortable and secure, surrounded by the watchful eyes of cuddly toys, and storybooks that have been well loved and thumbed through over the years, and you drift into sleep peacefully.

The sensation of warm flesh over your mouth has you surging out of sleep. Bucking wildly at the heavy weight on top of you, you scream helplessly into skin, tears springing to your eyes in fear. 

A cool edge at your throat had you stilling and your breath catching in your chest. 

The weight over you settles and you feel hot breath puff over your neck and ear. A whimper leaves your throat at the feeling.

Whoever was on top of you – a man, it is a man, smells like one, sounds like one, feels like one when he grazes against your stomach.  

Your breathing is rapid, sharp little inhales that leave your nerves alight and your body shaking, 

“Shh.” He breathes into your ear, warmth making your skin raise into goosebumps and the rest of you tremble. 

In the darkness, you can see his rough outline, but nothing beyond that. God, is he going to kill you? Or worse? How did he even get in? 

You hear him inhale to speak again and you couldn’t let him get any further. 

Tossing a hand out to your bedside table, your fingers met the chilled glass of water that you had brought to bed. 

With a muffled shout you grasp it and smash it into the side of his face, showering your own in water and glass. 

The man rears back and in the sudden absence you seize the opportunity, raising a knee and sinking it into what you hope are his balls. With the way he gasps and tumbles to the side onto the bed has you thinking you have succeeded. 

Tossing yourself from the bed, you pull your legs free where they’d caught in the duvet, listening to the man grunt and do the same. 

The door is too risky, he’d catch you, and with that singular thought you run to the window, flinging it open and falling out of it. 

The fall isn’t that far. You’d done this before out of curiosity one summer years ago. But on landing, the grass beneath you is soft and slick, wet with dew and the lingering rain from earlier, and you slide forward, chest taking the brunt of your landing. 

Air forced out of you, you lie there gasping desperately, wheezing at being winded, and the chill seeping into you along with the wetness of the grass below. 

Raising yourself onto your side, you try to force yourself up, wheezing still as you turn and look back at the open window. 

Suddenly, the chill beneath you, which had leached through your thin pyjamas, wasn’t even registering against the coldness that fills you, freezing you in your place and catching your breath in your throat. 

In the open window, illuminated by the moonlight, Levi stands watching you. 

You could have believed that he had heard the commotion and come to rescue you, were it not for the blood. It drips from his nose and the side of his mouth, the streaks noticeable even in the night as he stands with his arms planted to the windowsill.

Neither of you move. 

Levi does nothing. Says nothing. He simply watches, looking down at you with those eyes of his again. 

Those tormenting eyes. 

You feel turmoil bubbling inside you. What is he playing at? Why did he do that? Why was he looking at you like that ? 

Levi feints, jerking suddenly, eyes glinting wildly in the moonlight, and the movement has you flinching back, whimpering just once. 

Once was enough, it seems, because Levi is gone. 

Shaking, you feel adrenaline course through you and you twist to haul yourself up to run, panicking when you hear the door opening behind you. 

You don’t even know what you’re going to do, where you’re going to go, all you can think is run, run, get away, get away-

Arms wrap around you and pull you back, holding you like iron as you kick and flail. 

“Get of-“ You start to shout, only for Levi’s hand to once more cover it. He hushes you again, holding fast. No matter how you fought he would not be moved. 

As you feel yourself tiring, Levi begins rocking you, hushing you as you shiver in his arms. 

“You’re freezing.” 

And whose fault is that? You want to snap at him, but you hold your tongue. This is completely unknown territory. This Levi is completely unknown to you, his attitude - or perhaps, his nonchalance - sets your nerves on edge and keeps you quiet. 

Levi sweeps you into his arms, arms securely around you and under your knees. 

You squawk in surprise, looping your arms around his neck to stop yourself from falling. You want to shout at him, swear and curse till you turn blue, but again you keep quiet. You were cold, and running on adrenaline, and Levi was being weird - better to err on the side of caution. 

He carries you back into the house, somehow managing to close the door without it slamming and taking you up the stairs to your room. As he pushes open the door, you survey the damage, the pool of water and shattered glass and the drops of blood doting the pillows. 

At the sight, you cast your gaze up to his face, and this close you can see the rivulets dripping from his nose and his lip, sliding down his neck. Part of you wants to apologise. The other part wants to laugh in his face and tell him he deserves it. Again, you say nothing. 

Levi sits down onto the edge of your bed, still cradling you close to him, and he sweeps an arm across it. A moment after he reaches up and tugs the corner of the bed sheet, pulling it free and tossing it over onto the other side of the bed. 

In the bare space he places you down gently, whilst he takes the moment to lift the pillow and duvet, removing the sheet entirely. Task completed, his hands rest around your hips as he lifts you into the middle of the bed. 

You tremble in his hold, especially when he runs his thumbs up and down, making contact with an exposed slip of skin over your hipbone. 

“Your clothes are wet.” He says softly, ringing in the quiet and you exhale shakily as you nod. The moonlight provides low light so you hope that he can see it. “You need to change. You’ll catch a cold.” His words are straight to the point, clinical, the way he always is when he speaks to you but something about them makes you shake with more than the cold. It had to be the cold, just the chill, and the dew that had soaked your clothes that was making you hyper-focus on how hot his hands were.

Those hands that had been rubbing soothingly and now were wandering to grip delicate fabric. 

“Hol-hold on! Levi!” You chastise him harshly, hissing whispers, as he grips and lifts, pulling your pyjama top up. 

“Lift your arms.” It’s an order if ever you’ve heard one, and it’s only the lingering fear and adrenaline that has you doing so, slapping your hands across your bare chest as he pulls it off of your head. 

“Okay,” you say, shifting when his hands came back down to rest on your hips once more, “you’ve changed me, thanks, now can you get out? I’m too- I can’t process this shit right now.” 

In response, Levi says nothing, steely eyes staring in the moonlight. That same tormenting, wild look that you had seen in the window all more noticeable this close. 

Those hands manoeuvre you once more, and you make a noise of surprise as he pulls you down and when he presses you backwards your head sinks into your pillow. This position has you shifting and once again you say, 

“Levi, please, get ou-“ Levi reaches back and lifts the duvet, pulling it up and over him as he sinks down to his forearms over you, caging you in, claustrophobic in a way. 

When he shifts to fix it around himself, you can’t help but linger on the way his t-shirt brushes against your bare stomach. Your stomach flips when you feel a hot, hard wetness near your inner thighs, and suddenly you were uncertain of what protection your pyjama shorts and his boxers would provide you with. 

You’re tense and flighty under him, all too aware of how much he’s filling the space with his presence, face inches from yours and his body an immovable wall of heat. 

Levi hovers over you in the dark, and against your lips you can feel the hot puffs of his breath. Something hot drips from his face and lands against your cheek, chilling quickly on your skin, and for a second you wonder if he’s drooling before the image of him - feinting, bloody, and feral in your window - fills your head. That fact fills you with realisation and you open your mouth - to swear at him, to chastise him, to beg him to leave - but the second you do he descends on you. 

You should be grateful in a way, when his mouth meets yours, as it stifles the squeal that you let out. 

Levi’s mouth is scalding against you, chilled as you still are, and his tongue presses into you - possessive and devouring, and the sounds of his lips on yours fill the room. 

In your shock, you raise your arms to rest on his shoulders, pushing at his clad skin. The act does nothing to deter him, in fact, as you regrettably realise seconds after, it exposes your bare chest to him, once your arms leave their protective covering. 

It’s a fact that he realises quickly, as he presses down, his chest resting against yours and the sensation of the material against your bare skin has you squirming and thrashing. 

His hand leaves its place by your head and slides between the both of you, cupping your breast and squeezing gently. 

You squeak in surprise and indignation, turning your head away and finally separating yourself from him. You breathe heavily, shuddering and trying to catch your breath. But Levi doesn’t stop; he turns his attention to your neck, laving his tongue across your skin and kissing at your skin. 

“Levi!” You gasp as his teeth dig into the skin between your collarbone and your neck. 

“Don’t be so loud.” He rumbles into your ear, licking at the shell and shaking with laughter when you tremble, “Do you want your mum to hear you? Want her to come in and catch you like this?”

“Fuck you!” You say, gritting your teeth. “You’re the one who should be worried. If she catches you-” 

“Maybe then she’ll realise that you shouldn’t be on your own.” He says, and his words have you putting your panic on pause. 

“What?” He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling deeply before replying.

“I was able to just walk in. You didn’t lock your door, you had no escape plan, hell you didn’t even think to scream for help.”

“I di-” His fingers twist and pinch at your nipple and it makes you choke on your words.

“But that’s okay,” He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek just under your eye, “because it’s just me. Not some creep. Just me. You don’t have to be afraid.”

He moves away from your neck, sliding down and you feel his mouth leaving hot open mouthed kisses on your skin. 

It's so much. To feel him everywhere. It makes your breaths come short and tears spring to your eyes. 

You choke on a scream, fingers digging into his shoulders and body, when you feel his fingers slip beneath your pyjamas and press between your legs.  

The noise has him raising his head from your chest, pressing a kiss to your lips once more. 

“Easy.” he whispers into your mouth, but it only makes you whimper. His words are empty to you, especially when he continues to pet and slide his fingers along your pussy, pressing into you gently only slightly before he pulls them back again. 

Your breath hitches and you become rigid when he presses one of his fingers into you fully, sliding it in and pressing into you deeply. The sound as he pulls back, the wet, slick sound of betrayal makes you sob. 

Levi lets out a shaky breath as he continues to move his finger inside you, pressing and curling until he pushes in a second one. The stretch makes you hiss and clench your fingers into the fabric over his shoulders. 

You wish he wasn’t positioned the way he was; he had pressed his leg between your thighs whilst you’d been distracted by his fingers, and now it was preventing you from clamping your thighs shut. Preventing you from stemming the sensation, preventing you from stopping him, preventing you from silencing the sounds he was drawing from you. The wet sound of his fingers pumping into you makes your cheeks burn, and you can’t stop the whines that it pulls from your throat. 

It’s obscene, and Levi knows it. He’s mouthing at your skin and inhaling your scent like he needs it to breathe, and when his thumb runs over your clit and you let out a high keen, legs clamping around his thigh, you can feel him trembling as he moans lightly into your flesh. 

“Ah-ow-Levi!” You whine when a third finger tries to press in, the burn a lot more noticeable this time. In response, he circles your clit, flicking over it and making you clench around him. You feel like you’re burning, body hot as he pumps his fingers faster, the slick sounds making you moan, and embarrassingly they make you wetter. 

Gasping, you feel the tightness building and you claw at his shoulders and one hand grips his hair as you jerk in his hold. 

“Levi, Levi, Levi-”

“I’ve got you.” He whispers shakily, his pace increasing, and you can’t help but sob and bury your face into his neck as you feel the tightness snap, arching into him as you gush around his fingers. 

Your body goes boneless and you bask in the afterglow as it washes over you. You whimper lightly as Levi pulls his fingers free, sensitive and trembling with the aftershocks. The adrenaline is wearing off, leaving you barely awake and tired. Although your eyes have closed, you can still hear Levi as he pants into your ear, swearing quietly, and the slick sound of his hand on his cock. 

Levi lets out a choked whimper and you feel a wetness splatter onto your stomach. If you weren’t so tired, you would have demanded that he clean it up and get out. But in this moment, all you want to do is sleep. 

Levi must feel the same, as he swallows audibly before he lies by your side, turning you and pulling you back into his chest. He fixes the duvet around you both before he wraps his arms around you, kissing your temple before burying his face into your hair. 

And you let him. You let him breathe you in, and tangle his legs with yours. You’ll address his bullshit in the morning, but for now, you let yourself fall asleep surrounded by his scent, by his warmth, lulled over by the sound of his breaths. 

[unangelic-thoughts]

I want to be needed and obsessed over and be the only thing on someone’s mind

I want to be held and kissed like their life depends on it and looked at as if I’m the only person that exists

I want to be someone’s entire reason for living

[x-atlas-x]

Words attacked me. I wrote them down. Here they are~

They were supposed to be strangers.

They weren’t supposed to know each other.

One of them should’ve been dead.

One of them should’ve been alone.

Instead, their two intertwined souls had crossed paths again and truly, it was a miracle. They had longed to see each other again and say all those things that they were too afraid to share before. It was the perfect opportunity to reconnect their severed bond.

…However, their reunion had taken a shocking turn that neither of them had been expecting.

Pounding footsteps filled a desolate and quiet room, disturbing the silence that plagued it seconds before. Two people stumbled backwards, tearing desperately at one another’s clothes as they kissed fervently. Passion flowed through a multitude of eager kisses and brief swipes of tongue.

They separated to gaze into each other’s eyes; violet meeting crimson. Both were twinkling with delight and clouded with lust, but there was something deeper; an awareness that this was wrong.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.”

Nonetheless, Yugi continued to kiss Atem, holding tightly onto his waist out of fear that he’d disappear from his life once more. He had so many questions; wondered how the hell Atem was alive and more importantly: Why was he alive?

Atem belonged in the Afterlife and they’d gone through all of that trouble to return him; reunite him with his friends and family, so why…?

Yet, Yugi couldn’t deny that he was selfish and wanted Atem to himself. He backed him up against a wall and ravished his mouth as he fumbled with the fly of his pants. Atem gasped and clutched his biceps, his nails digging in through the fabric of his shirt.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” He panted and a groan slipped past when Yugi tucked his knee between his legs.

“I don’t care,” Yugi mumbled and captured Atem’s lips before he could utter another word.

Future regrets and a million unspoken thoughts floated through the air. However, it was clouded with the tension that fogged their minds and prevented them from addressing anything else. The only thing they knew at that moment was that they wanted—no, needed—each other.

How could they possibly deny one another that guilty pleasure they craved so dearly; a gift to be presented in futile hope of excusing all those prying questions?